Ah Mr Dobson...Art will never be the same without you. Your whistling...your cofee drinking...We'll miss it all! The way you so lovingly made fun of us all, and over your last few weeks, the way you changed from classical to reggae! We'll miss you lots. I'll never forget that your mother was 4''9', or that turps causes your kidneys to shrink, A valuable lesson learned! Just I few things I loved about you...I could never share them all. We all miss you so much.
Godbless Mr Dobson. xox.
mr Dobson
you will be missed dearly by BC
you were my favourite teacher here you made
me laugh alot and i only knew you for three terms
thankyou for being the greatest teacher ever
i will miss you
may there be peace with you
from sarah dawson
Dear Mr. Dobson,
I left BC in 2005, u r the one who made me want to go to school, u made me enjoy art n everytime when i m late or when i m going to wag school, u say to me "will i c u tomorrow in class?", i always promise u " Yes, i will.", but i never made my promise. And now Mr. Dobson, will i get to c u once more? today, tomorrow, never again. . .This is life, right?
We would all remember ur coffee made us hungry in class,
and ur dog sitting there quietly like no other students do,
also remember ur smile that made us happy everyday.
Mr. Dobson, you r more like a friend to me, i wish i had a photo of u n me, but its too late now. Take Care urself in heaven, we will meet there one day. Bless u .
2000-2005 was the time of BC....Art and Graphic design....i took art n form 3 n form 4....wer i got da hugest (if dat is a word) fright eva...from da stick banging on da table....n al Mr dobson students wil no wat im on bout.....yer....and from form 5-7 ....i'd always c mr dobson come n and out of da graphics room askn me how my graphics was going and if i prefered grpahics or art....even though you, Mr dobson r gone...al ur past students wil remember you...RIP....
this is from my sisters...Lee-Sia, Lee-Fang, me (Lee-Chun),Lee-Ping, and my brother Steven...who you have taught...'may u rest in peace'
The dribbling while mixing colours and the sounds of complete satisfaction when the perfect shade has been acheived.
Swearing back at Joshua Jones when he gave lip.
The corridors of C-Block echoing with the sounds of birds.
Taking time out of your weekends for us even tho we pissed you off by being slack.
Barkus always.
The radio forever of classical.
The St Johns Wort.
The red wine.
The Green Thai chicken curry.
You may be gone physically, but I think the students will forever feel you leaning over their shoulders.
Love you and miss you.
