This is dedicated to one Mr. Buckley, European History sophomore teacher extraordinaire: an extraordinary man who unbeknownst to me helped me subconsciously cultivates my lust and love for all things history.
Long before he inspired me though, I was a wise fool, just going through the motions, waiting for basketball practice. He then presented me, along with the rest of my cohorts in our 10th grade European History (when he wasn’t throwing garbage cans to a snoozing Jamel Cooke) with a proverb that was attached …























