Plenty of thanks to go around

This is a glorified thank you and acknowledgements page You’ve been warned. For starters, I would like to thank the random person who decided to put a sticky note in the songbook at church that I was lucky enough to use that day. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, but then I flipped to the page it was marking and saw the note. It simply read: You’re a blessing.

It’s not like I was having a bad day or anything, but it still made my day just a little bit brighter. So, thank you.

Next, we have English teachers. I’m not going to name anyone in particular (my eighth-grade English teacher, you know who you are). English teachers have it pretty tough, and I’m not just saying this because I’m fond of the language. Every class is the same when it comes to English. You have the kids who like English class and stand up for it, the people who are indifferent, and then the people who voice their distaste for it very, very loudly. I’m sure this applies to other classes too, but English is the funny one.

In English class, those who voice their displeasure for the class usually will say something along the lines of, “I read good,” which might start getting to you after the 10th hearing. But, getting back on track, most teachers would scold someone for voicing their hatred for their class, but not English teachers. No, they hear the student’s complaint through and through and then they have them write an essay about it for which they get an “A” thus showing them that this English thing might not be as bad as they thought.

And maybe the student, who once hated reading, writing, and all things grammar related would go on to do great things, like become a novelist or the president. So, with gratitude, I thank all English teachers; for not only taking our hatred for what you teach, but for turning it around on us and making us the next great scholars of the universe.

I told myself I wasn’t going to write anything about marching band, but I am also a compulsive liar. That was a lie. But seriously, to anyone who is (or was) a part of anything music related: marching band, jazz band, a symphony, octet, quintet, a soloist- anyone who has been brave enough to change the world, one beat at a time, cheers.

My next spree of thanks doesn’t go exactly to one person, but to a group/organization. I would like to thank 8-18 Media. I had actually heard of 8-18 Media when I was about eight years old, but I didn’t join until I was thirteen.

My first day there, I maybe spoke seven words, if not, seven syllables, but after that day, I knew I made the write choice. Get it??

Thanks to 8-18 Media, I am a part of the senior team (one of the highest positions one can hold at 8-18) and, maybe most importantly, I wouldn’t have been offered the opportunity to write articles for The Mining Journal.

Maybe we all saw this last one coming. You hear it all the time in acceptance speeches. Lastly, I would like to thank… my mother… Because if it weren’t for her refusal to tell me bed time stories when I was five (thus forcing me to come up with stories of my own), I might not be doing this right now. So thank you mommy

EDITOR’S?NOTE: Theresa Hermann, 16, is a junior at Marquette Senior High School. She is a member of the 8-18 Media Senior Team and she plays trumpet in the high school band. In her spare time she likes to write and make movies. She is a daughter of James and Gail Hermann. 8-18 Media is a youth journalism program of the Upper Peninsula Children’s Museum. Through the program, teams of kids write news stories and commentaries on issues important to youth and about any good, or bad, things youth are up to. For more information call 906-226-7874, or email at