This piece of writing below is my descriptive paragraph on Mr. Dick. I think that I have described him well enough that someone who didn't know him could picture Mr. Dick in their mind. I have met almost all the requirements even though it is a little bit too long. I'm proud that Mrs. Daniels has chosen mine to display on her portfolio. I was glad with my final mark on this assignment and happy to realize that I really put my heart into this piece of writing. I only wish Mr. Dick could be just as proud and honored.
“Good morning Andrea!” his calm comforting voice said as I strolled out of my car at 7:30. He was at his usual spot, greeting every student as they entered what Mr. Dick was so proud of; CDNIS. A second home for him, a second home for us. An extraordinary man he was, memorizing every body’s names. He had the ability to make each and every one feel special.
With a fashionable hair do, his grey white hair didn’t make aged nor old. Alan Dick was never one to be classified with an age. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, bottomless.. As though you could look through and receive an endless amount of care, and love. When he spoke to you, he would only be speaking to you. Mr. Dick’s voice made everything feel alright. It was calm and relaxed, smooth, and not many can recall him ever shouting. He was always dressed stylish, whether it was Calvin Klein or some other name brand, well-tailored suit. He really had a smile we can’t help but to grin back at, a smile we will never forget. Mr. Dick was also tall, I remember being three and looking up at him, at that age, he felt like a monster. Only he was the complete opposite.
You could compare him to a puppy, though I think he was more like a child-adult. He was silly, fun, as proved by his ‘Funny Bunny’ bunny stuffed toy. At the same time he was sensible, he knew right and wrong. Mr. Dick gave off such a positive attitude, he had something that was exceedingly genuine, and you felt you had to be around him.
Mr. Dick was a legend, he created traditions that us students and teachers would always look forward to. Starting off with his wild Halloween costumes. Every year everyone would be discussing what he might have planned for the legendary Halloween parade. I still remember my favourite of his, the peacock. As he was a good friend of my mother’s, I learned he didn’t purchase the costume, he had each costume of his made specially. And the peacock costume? He bought the peacock feathers and helped his helper glue them together. Our lower school principal was the best at assemblies, every Friday the younger students had the pleasure to attend his weekly assemblies, where Mr. Dick would make humorous comments, give out awards, and most importantly, sing songs. He was a proud Canadian, every assembly began with O’ Canada. As a Canadian myself, I quite enjoyed this. Every assembly would also end on a great note, Mr. Dick would sing his signature songs, like Little Rabbit, Sweet Chariot, Dip Dip & Swing, There’s A Hole At The Bottom Of The Sea, Hokey Pokey and many others. Another tradition of his was his Chinese New Year drum playing. Every year at CNY he would play the drums with his good friend Mr. Ko, and attempt to speak Mandarin. Valentine’s Day was a joy to us as well, he would go around sharing his delicious cinnamon hearts, specially bought from Canada. I loved them, and without Mr. Dick around, things will never really be quite the same.
There are many things to say about this great man we’ve all grown to love. And clearly there’s so much more I could say. But Mr. Dick wanted the best for everyone and cared deeply about the future of his students. He truly believed in us becoming responsible, global citizens and leaders, just like he was. He was accustomed to his winning smile and his hilarious sense of humor. Mr. Dick beyond doubt lived and loved, and he has made his mark in many hearts’. I only wish I could have such a big impact on people just like he was on other’s. He was an inspiration and will be sorely missed. Quite frankly, we will never meet such a character again.
“We can cry that they’re gone, or we can smile they they’ve lived.”