Steven,

I'm sorry this is so late! I just learned of your passing--it hit me like a train, and I am deeply saddened. You left us much too soon, my old friend--though you, perhaps, would be the first to say that it was your time. Still, much too soon...

You were the most passionate, focused, driven, and uncompromisingly authentic human being I've ever had the privilege to know. Your generosity of spirit overflowed into the hearts and minds of all those you interacted with and taught. That our paths unfolded side by side for 17 years, before their perhaps-inevitable divergence, was a gift to my existence for which I will always be grateful. From the Flatirons of Boulder in the '90s, to Los Angeles in the 2000's, and then back to Colorado as you raised a beautiful family, built your Aikido and Iaido practice, and became a teacher of inspirational caliber, I watched you fashion a marvelous life through grit and sweat and joy and love, and a belief in the vast potential of every being--which nurturing work you no doubt considered sacred. I admired you tremendously, and always held you in the highest respect. You left a brilliant light behind! And you will be greatly missed, and remembered.

May the Force be with you, Steven. Always.

Brian

Dear LMS and Fairview Students,
On Saturday May 4th, 2019 there will be a celebration of life for Mr. Shaw. And, I am so lucky to be speaking for a moment to his family and many of his friends from the Aikido world. I wanted to read all your posts one more time before speaking and am really moved by your heart and memory of Shaw, as well as the Shaw/Mischke class.
Thanks to all of you for taking time to write and inspire all of us to become our own Jedi's in the world. Shaw was one in a million, and pushed us all to think about we could change the world in words and deeds.
My love the Shaw family who have always held the spirit of the Jedi in their lives. I feel blessed to have had Steven Shaw in my school and in my families life.
My Best,
Mr. Fels

Mr. Shaw, you were by far the best teacher one could have. You always made me smile in class, and guided me through a day full of learning and jokes. I always came home smiling remebering the funny things we did in class. I will always have room for you in my heart, Iddi

I write this with a heavy heart.
Mr. Shaw was my eight grade teacher. He was an interesting man, to say the least. Always kind but willing to push kids to their limits, and with a mind that seemed to run a million directions at once. Plenty of the kids I knew thought him too brash, or too witty, or too unorthodox, but that was what I found so interesting. And no doubt what drew others to him as well. He was one of my favorite teachers.
I remember one time he spent class explaining to us how to clean a sword, and then giving a long and detailed summary that I can't quite remember about a fantastical book he was writing. We didn't get a lot of work done that day, admittedly.
He always had something out of the box to add to every subject. Instead of teaching literature in the same bland way that most teachers do - which is to say by overanalyzing redundant details and missing the most intriguing pieces of the writing, he would take the bigger picture and connect it to the details. Give thought to things I would have never considered.
He certainly taught me to take things with a grain of salt. I learned from him how to look at things with a critical eye and to know that everything can be questioned if you try hard enough. He had a little life lesson or quote for everything, even if most of them seemed to come from Star Wars. I never quite realized how much he turned an already outlandish child into an absolute demon, but I thank him for it, because it helped me become who I am today. He gave a certain validity to my strange thought patterns and ideas that gave me the true confidence to express them.
And while this text block couldn't ever express the true impact he made on me, it can try. It was a definite shock to learn that he had passed. Some impressionable part of my mind had always thought of him as this bigger-than-life, quick-minded figure who could never be beaten. To know the he is gone from this world is a sad thing indeed, but his memory will always bring a smile to my face.

This took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted to write it, but I decided I will.
I had Mr. Shaw for my 11th grade ELA class this year. Although language arts has been my least favorite (and a weaker) subject since the beginning of time, Mr. Shaw gave me hope of improving. He told us to look at more than just the numbers (our grades). I learned to look at what I have learned, what I'm doing great on, and what I need to improve. A score I'm not satisfied with means that I have a lot of room to improve. It does not mean that I am stupid. He taught me that I am more than just data points in "infinite headache" (infinite campus). Thank you for teaching me that, Mr. Shaw.
Rest in Peace.

From, Qing

There has been no one else in my life who has pushed me and believed in me like Mr. Shaw. I owe my self-confidence, ambition, and diligence to him - the most passionate person I have ever met.
There are many teachers who want their students to become their best, but Mr. Shaw wanted us to be more than our best; he sought to expose a better part of our being that we didn’t realize existed within ourselves. Just surviving his class was no simple feat. Students dreaded his infamous timed essays and scrupulous grading. However, what always seemed like unrealistic, unachievable expectations were instead an indication of Mr. Shaw’s extraordinary faith in his students. I failed more in his class than in any other, but I also grew so much more. Not only did my reading and writing skills surpass what I conceived possible for myself, but my self-belief grew into an unfaltering part of my personality. I had struggled with self-esteem my entire childhood, and middle school certainly did not provide an optimal environment for self-affirmation. Despite the conditions, Mr. Shaw brought a small, shy, quiet girl into a new light. He helped me see the world as a set of infinite opportunities instead of looming challenges. This was only possible because of his devotion to my success; to transcend what I believed could be my best.
Mr. Shaw’s incredible ability to motivate and inspire his students is frequently acknowledged, however I feel compelled to share his dedication to forming meaningful connections with the people in his life. Aside from assigning arduous coursework in his classes, Mr. Shaw made a devout effort to manifest the emotional interconnectivity between us as human beings.
One day, Mr. Shaw presented us with an activity: we were instructed to create two separate masks. On one mask we wrote all the adjectives we would use to describe ourselves. On the other we wrote all the labels we thought other people would use to describe us. We left the masks on our desks, got up, and walked around the room to read what people had written. Mr. Shaw had his masks out too. I will never forget the social barriers that temporarily dissolved as we read about how each one of us struggled to feel accepted and loved. Outward expressions of emotion were not uncommon in his classes.
Mr. Shaw cultivated sympathy, connection, and compassion in the world. In his middle school classroom, the divisions between students melted away and were replaced by a compelling sense of community. Mr. Shaw transcended what it meant to be a school teacher in nearly every way. I will always remember him as someone who refused the status quo with commanding optimism. I am eternally grateful for the influence Mr. Shaw had upon my life, and the lessons I learned from him will remain with me forever. Thank you, Mr. Shaw, for the life you chose to lead.
Sincerely, A Student.

It took me a long time to decide to write this.
If there was any one person to whom I could attribute my growth and self-understanding, it would have been Mr. Shaw. What was almost half of my day in eighth grade became what it was, at least in part, due to the lessons he imparted to me every day. Having been so often frustrated by the monotonous repetition of finishing middle school, the option to make a difference in the leadership class that he brought together was invigorating. The unique chemistry between history and literature lectures, thanks to the unique chemistry between him and Mr. Mischke, let me connect to everything that went on and left a lasting impact on my life as a whole. For a while, I was not sure if I could bring myself to put this in words, and I'm sure that this meager piece of text is insufficient in describing the role model that he became to me, if not many of his students. If there is one thing that is certain in life on Earth, it is that there is no way to prevent the future from coming and that there is know what it holds. In one quote, Shmi Skywalker, mother of Anakin, explains that "You can't stop the change, any more than you can stop the suns from setting.". All I know is that you changed my life, and yet the universe had to go and change you.
Rest In Peace

Steven Shaw was one of those outstanding teachers that students (and parents) talk about years later. My older daughter Claire learned more in Mr. Shaw's 8th grade ALA class about annotating, being a good writer and writing a well supported essay than in any other LA class. He will be greatly missed but remembered for his tenacity to push students to be their best.

I haven't realized until now just how much Mr. Shaw has shaped my life. He pushed me not only to be a better student but to be a more confident person. He taught me how to gain control of my inner critic, to proudly share my story, to learn who I was before moving onto high school. It is only now, after he has left, that I remember all the anecdotes he told in middle school, the ones that left me gasping and thinking. One story that remains vivid is when him and I went on a hike during the 8th grade field trip. We were looking at the different evergreen trees when he told me that as a teacher, he could only teach me what I already knew. He laughed when I looked hopelessly confused. Then he explained to me that everyone already has the knowledge they need to live their lives, that it is all inside of us, and the rest, all the nitty gritty information, is just extra. I appreciate every lesson he taught me and I know that he will be sorely missed.

It is not until now that I realized how much you have affected me this year in 9th grade. All of my prior Language Arts classes were easy. I could easily accomplish what the teachers wanted, with you it was different. I never fully understood why your class was so hard for me. I struggled to accomplish things correctly in your class. I noticed that your way of teaching is not speaking at people, but rather allowing people to think for themselves. I have now realized in life you won't be told what to do, you will have to realized how to live your life, and how to make choices. Mr. Shaw, you taught me this, and I very thankful.  
   One of my regrets among not saying goodbye and thanking you one last time is fixing the sense that I thought I gave you a tough time. I very much regret this. Weather or not you noticed, I feel bad, and I want to say that I am sorry.
  Your death has been hard for many, as it has for me. You will be remembered. I wish you family well, but know that you (Steven Shaw) were an amazing person, as well as a mentor.
-Hailey N.

Mr. Shaw was my favorite teacher and was so inspirational to me. Thank you for making me laugh every day and truly brightening up my day. Some days, we would spend our entire class going off on a tangent and always find a deeper meaning in such a simple concept. The critical thinking in your class amazed me and has changed how I look at things now. I learned acting skills, how to lead, about all the different types of poems, and how to analyze short stories. I discovered the complex wonderful world of film and will now never look at a movie the same. Most importantly, Mr. Shaw taught be how to express myself and make people feel something real. Thank you for pushing me to my full potential and making your class so challenging. Thank you for expanding my view on the world and life itself. You were truly a role model to so many, you will be missed. May the force be with you.

I had Mr. Shaw last year for my 7th grade ALA class and he was one of my favorite teachers. He always had an interesting take on topics for the class, and gave insight into topics that I hadn't thought about beforehand. He also went off on tangents that were always interesting and could make us laugh. He called on students at random to test our knowledge and talked about Star Wars and his experiences. Mr. Shaw truly cared about our learning and liked to push us to work at our best potential.
Thank you so much for all you have done Mr. Shaw.
You were an amazing and caring teacher that did so much for everyone around you. I am very grateful to have met you and to have been impacted by your teaching. You will be greatly missed by everyone.

I had Mr. Shaw as my LA teacher in 8th grade about 3 years ago. He was one of the hardest teachers I had but he also prepared me for high school and will continue helping me throughout my college career. I work at a salad restaurant and he came in one day. At first, I didn't recognize him but then it clicked. I didn't realize how much I missed him until I saw him again. I loved his class. He had so many stories and always made me laugh.

This is Evie. Mr shaw was never my teacher, but he was certainly a great role model and father. I was on an ice skating team with his daughter, and he always showed up. He supported everyone, and could make anyone smile. His samurai swords were strong, but his love for everyone he knew was stronger.

Mr. Shaw was my favorite teacher. He was such a deep thinker and had so much respect for everyone, especially his students. He always inspired me to be kind and work hard. He could be both serious and funny, at the exact moment he needed to be. He was such a strong human being and told his students stories about his family and his adventures. I was never bored in Mr. Shaw's class because he always kept me thinking. He inspired me and opened my eyes to the real world. I send my regards to his family. Thank you Mr. Shaw for being the greatest teacher ever. I will miss you dearly.

This is Caroline Walley. I had Mr. Shaw in both 6th and 7th grade and I've always had to much respect for him because he was able to teach us things without us knowing that we were learning. And, his strong opinions always lead to class debates and discussions that constantly got me thinking, and still get me thinking all of the time. The two things I'll remember most about him, though, is how much he talked and cared about his family, and how passionately he taught. Mr. Shaw was one of a kind and anyone that knew him, even in the slightest bit, will ever be able to forget him.

My daughter had Mr. Shaw for 7th grade ALA in 2018. I appreciated his passion for the subject and the way he challenged the students. He touched many lives and will be missed in this community! Our family is so sorry for your loss. May love be what you remember most.

Mr. Shaw was by far the best teacher I have had. I was lucky enough to have him in the 6th-grade acting wheel rotation and 7th grade ALA. He taught me so much within those years and not just about language arts but also about life. He taught in a way that twisted students minds and I am forever thankful for that skill. He pushed everyone to be better and meet the expectations he saw in all of us. All the random rants we would go on and how he would make fun of the only three boys in the class. You never failed to entertain everyone in your classes. "It's hard to confront a challenge, but you'll get more out of your life if you do." You told me that one day after class in sixth grade. You will be missed very much.

I will always remember Mr. Shaw as a compassionate, intelligent, caring, and humorous individual. I will miss his long tangents and warm smile in the hallway. We always learned something crazy that I had never considered before in Mr. Shaw's class. He always took the greatest care to make sure each student took something out of each lesson, and everyone's creative juices were always flowing in his class! Down the road, I will remember Mr. Shaw as not only an amazing teacher, but someone who really cared about how I was doing each day. Thanks for everything you contributed, Mr. Shaw! You will be missed.

To Mr. Shaw
For no words shall do justice to respect your name and your legacy upon all of us that you have taught.


Eventually all our waves
Come
Crashing down
Yet
So early?
So young?
On the black shores of death
We are but pebbles
Drifting in the sand
Our impact hits hard
Yet it soon
Washes away
Out of sight, out of mind
Until all that is left
Is a spec of grain
To remind us
Of what we have lost
Life is never fair
Yet
It is the worst
To those who do not deserve it
Why?
I sit
On the cliff
Overlooking the tides come in
then
Fade away
Wishing I could stop them
But I am powerless
Pulled out by a riptide far away from shore
But how far?
I cannot see
Blind to the future
Looking back, more and more behind me
All of us awaiting our fate
All of us waiting to break
With white shards of glory
We will all fall
And extinguish the fire
Burning bright within each and all of us
In that moment
Where life and death collide
There is
Peace
Stillness
Piercing Quiet
Harmony
The yin and the yang
United
In one final stand
Under the sun
And we realize
All the good we have done
And all the bad
For we are mortal
And we do what we can
Yet at the end of the day,
When the sun sets,
And purple
Pink
Orange
And Yellow
Cloud the sky
We are at our knees
We bow before the waves
Of life
Say our vows
Preach our final words
And are taken by the sea
Thrown into the sand
Laid to rest forevermore

Mr. Shaw, I will always miss your kindness, humor, and confidence in every student through your years in Louisville Middle School. You were the only teacher I felt really happy greeting in the hallway because I knew your smile and laughter was always genuinely real. Nothing was fake in your class. You gave us a challenge and pushed us further than we've ever imagined and it was a gift to learn from you for two wonderful years. Thank you for seeing me as more than the quiet student.

Mr. Shaw,
You were such a great person and you taught me to be myself. You shaped me into the person I am today. I cannot once think of a time that you failed to make me smile. Your class was the highlight of my day each and every day. You taught me to fall and get back up again. I will always remember you.

Mr. Shaw, you were such an amazing individual and taught me so much. I had the privilege of getting to have you in 6th and 7th grade. Everyday in your class we knew we would have at least one good laugh. Your knowledge has taught me more things than I can count. You made me a better person, actor, and student. Your class pushed me to be my best and work hard. I will use your lessons throughout my life and thank you for teaching me. You will be missed by so many.

I think about Mr. Shaw whenever I am stressed in class and ask myself what would he say to answer my question. I remember being so stuck on something once, and when I asked for help, he helped me look at the whole situation in a different way. My favorite lesson I've ever had in school was in Mr. Shaw's class where we wrote a story about a picture and we had to guess who's was who's. I never realized how lucky to be taught by Mr. Shaw until he was not there to teach me anymore.

Mr. Shaw, I had the pleasure of taking both your 6th grade acting class and your 7th grade LA class. From those two years, I learned so much about theatre, literature, and about taking risks every day. Every single day that I walked into your class I would always take a deep breath and smile. The deep breath was because I knew that every day you would challenge us to look at the world differently. The smile was because I also knew that every day would include laughter and lots of jokes. I will always remember your challenging class filled with laughter and learning. Thank you for being an amazing teacher.

Mr Shaw was both my 6th grade teacher and 7th grade teacher, he was always one of my favorite teachers just for being so funny. I was recently going through my year book from last year and Mr. Shaw had signed it and said “I look forward to continuing to be a thought partner for your development next year”. And it wasn’t until I finished reading that that I realized I couldn’t tell him I found it. Thank you Mr. Shaw for being a AWESOME teacher! You will be missed, and will not be forgotten.

Mr. Shaw was my language arts teacher at LMS in 8th grade. The class that I remember most from middle school was his. My friends and I still talk about all the memories we have from his class. One memory I will always have is the day that Mr. Shaw explained to the that he had a huge sword at home. He told us that if anyone broke into his home he would sneak up behind them with his sword. He then proceeded to act out the scene out of him sneaking up with an imaginary sword and it made the whole class laugh so hard! Another thing I loved about him was how he would just start bouncing on a bouncy ball in the middle of class. I admire the fact that he didn’t sit down in a chair like every other teacher, he was always one his feet or bouncy around the class. I remember him having hilarious stories and being extremely intelligent. I truly believe he was one of the smartest individuals I have ever crossed. He could see the potential in everyone and I admire that so much about him. Another piece that had a large impact on my life was that he stated that he personally believed that individuals with dyslexia were amazing and capable of so much for some reason I always remembered this. The following year I found out I had dyslexia and his words were the first thing I thought about which gave me hope. He saw the potential in me that I could never see. I am so thankful that I took his class and that I had the pleasure to have him be a part in my life. Rest in peace, we love you.

Mr Shaw taught both of my boys at LMS. As their mom I'll never forget this infamous teacher. This legend.
I had never seen Ryan work so hard or so passionately ever. He respected Mr Shaw immensely and was used to skating by in school. Not in this class. He worked his tail off and had to fight hard for every success. He's in his first year of grad classes in engineering and still refers to Mr Shaw as one of the teachers who sets the bar and taught him what it was to really challenge himself.
My younger son, Sean, has never really connected all that much with school. He reads every book he can get his hands on and writes poetry, screenplays, and short stories as a daily hobby, but rarely connects or feels school is all that worthwhile.
And then there was this window. This year in time where Sean was on fire and could not wait to get cracking at everything this new teacher put in front of him. Mr Shaw "got him". He appreciated and encouraged his sarcasm and spoke his language. He saw his talent and pushed him hard to stop backing away from it...
Everyone says people are great in their death tributes. But even having gotten to meet him only a handful of times I can saw his influence on my kids was profound. He had a gift to reach the kids others couldn't. He taught what it was to think critically and to push your limits. He found the spark and ignited it
The world just lost a great man.

As a freshman in college, I can safely say Mr Shaw’s 8th grade writing class was key to my success in every high school writing class and helped to get me here. On top of teaching me how to write, I remember he taught me how to overcome failure and learn from my mistakes instead of giving up. I remember one day when I didn’t get the grade I wanted on my paper, he comforted me and told me he saw value in me and as someone who didn’t find a lot of value in themselves, it meant a lot to me. From the laughs at debate club Friday mornings to the motto “cry in the dojo, laugh on the battlefield”, Mr Shaw taught me a number of lessons and I’ll always be thankful to have had him as a teacher.

I’m a Freshman in college now and I still remember so many wonderful stories with Mr. Shaw. I was blessed to have Mr Shaw as a teacher in my 7th grade drama class, my 8th grade squawk box film class, in my 8th grade combined LA class with Mr. Mischke, and every Friday morning for debate club.
What sets Mr. Shaw apart from other teachers in my memory was his ability to inspire students to learn more about themselves. Even though my writing improved greatly in the years that he taught me I truly learned to know myself in his class. He told great stories and I remember his story about why he believed in magic, while he was speaking I believed too. Along with teaching of deeper insight he knew how to laugh. I remember at the 8th grade dance he did the wobble and I’ll never forget that image. These are just two stories of countless moments that taught me how to be a better human being. Mr. Shaw was a tremendous figure in my middle school years and the lessons I learned in his classroom about hard work, reflection, dealing with obstacles, being joyful, and truly loving to learn remain with me until this day. I am certain Mr. Shaw influenced my classmates in these ways and his teaching during the chaotic period of middle school helped me become the man I am today.

Mr. Shaw was by far my favorite teacher at LMS. From daily quotes to rants to speeches about Star Wars, he taught me more about life than any other teacher I ever had. He made us laugh and cry. He taught me how to rise up from defeat and make myself better because of it. He reminded me on a daily basis that I wasn't alone during one of the worst years of my life. I wish I had gotten the chance to tell him how much he really meant to me, but I missed my chance. I know that he changed the lives of countless kids and will be missed.

Mr.Shaw, i never had you as a teacher and only talked to you a few times but in those few times i saw that you where one of the kindest people in the school who got joy from seeing others being happy. Im sorry i never knew you and its to late now. You will be missed

Mr. Shaw, you will be forever missed and remembered in our hearts. Everyday I had you class, you inspired me and taught me something new that I can use throughout the rest of my life. I learned how to break out of my shell and be able to be more confident from both your ALA class and drama class. You made such a impact on so many lives by being by our sides every single day not matter what we needed. Thank you so much, we love you.

They say that in your first years of life is when you make the deepest connections. I've known you since I was a very small child, and I can still vividly remember what a presence you were for me growing up. You and Cyan introduced me to some of the things that I love so dearly to this day. I remember your influence of Star Wars showing strong in your daughters when we were young, and watching the prequels as an eight year old, sneaking into the bathroom to avoid seeing Palpatine's face while Cyan watched bravely from my parent's bed is something I'll always remember. I read my very first Harry Potter book hanging upside down off of her twin mattress. One day, at a music festival in Lions, I fell face first onto the ground while playing with my brother and the girls, and I started to cry. Your first instinct was to explain to me that my eyes were only tearing up because I had hit the bridge of my nose, and the seemingly strange description about the anatomy of the nerves in the human face (which no elementary schooler would understand, for that matter), was the only thing that calmed me down, and made me feel less vulnerable and understood for crying. These spiraling tangents soon became a common occurrence with you, and I can't help but think back to two summers ago, when we had a ten minute conversation about the true definition of the word 'salad' in the midst of a barbecue. You always made everything interesting, and funny, and the amount of times I've been left dumbfounded by the sudden profoundness of your words has been too many to count. The event of your passing was harder for me to stomach than I thought it would be, and the promptness of your leaving was something I had not prepared myself for. It still feels surreal, in some ways, and it's difficult for me to fully realize that I'll never have another introspective conversation with you, or that I won't automatically hear your voice at every party my parents throw from now on. I don't think anyone is having an easy time with the loss of you and your warm personality, least of all me and my family. It has been a trip, for sure, and one with an ending none of us were expecting. The galaxy misses you, and it always will. Thank you for everything, Steve.
All the love in the world,
~ Autumn

Mr. Shaw was and forever will be my favorite teacher I've ever had. He brought out the best in me and helped me out on tough days. I was lucky enough to have him in both 6th and 7th grade and got to have drama and LA with him. I appreciate every minute of class I had with him and all the incredible memories I have of that time. His tangents on the most random topics never failed to make my day. 
   Mr. Shaw taught me so much and I cherish all of his lessons. I will never forget the huge impact that he had on me.

Mr. Shaw,
I have spent the last two days wondering what I could have done better... hugged you one more time, laughed at you try-to-hard jokes one more time, smiled at you one more time in the hallway. You made me feel important when I felt invisible, happy when I felt down, and inspired when I felt hopeless. 44 years that you impacted people in this way. Out of all of my teachers, you made me love not only LA, but school(which can be hard to love). I sat in the back of your theater class in 7th grade in pain and shy, but you brought me up on the stage and taught me that it was my best friend. And in LA, you pushed me hard, harder than i have ever been pushed. And I will forever be thankful for you. Thankyou for making 4 years of my life feel like a lifetime of learning. Thankyou for smiling and talking to me in the hallway even though their are 2,500 other kids that you could have talked to. Thankyou for making pain seem not so scary. Thankyou for giving me hope in my darkest moments. We love you.
Lauren

Mr. Shaw was the single toughest teacher I've ever had, and I could not thank him more for it. He taught me how to write every single sentence with compassion and heart and turn those sentences into something beautiful. You were the best at pushing me to the limit without breaking me and I grew so much in your class with Mr. Mischke. Every person you came in contact with you tried to help even if they didn't see it at the time, but I believe that now they are grateful for what you did. Thank you, Mr. Shaw, you will be missed dearly

One of the best teachers I have ever had, you didn’t give up on kids even when things where going rough. You taught me so many life skills. Thank you for teaching me how to always win an argument. LMS will never be the same without you. Thank you for preparing me for life in the way you did. You will be forever missed.

Mr Shaw was a hearted person believing in everybody but also protected us from everything going not in aware way he had a personality for everyone he was a very special man that man made me laugh I felt like everyday he was there when I needed him for whatever it takes . Mr.Shaw was not just a normal teacher he was gifted and I will never let go of what he said to me he wanted me the best I can be made me laugh who can do that? He wanted to know about us not about the teaching but he taught it a way we all loved he was one of the great man that I will never forget. He will be missed. Thanks for the opportunity. He asked me one day “what’s over there but he was covering it and it was a heart

Mr. Shaw, you were an inspiration and role model for me. Thank you for all the laughs and joy you brought to our ALA Shaw-Mischke block. You taught me critical thinking, how to improve my acting skills, and how to be a leader. Thank you for always saying hi to me in the hallways in middle and high school. You will be missed very much.