For Ms. C3

Ms. C3 (that's going to take some getting-used-to), I feel that you deserve a thanks from me:

 

C3Lady, one of my favorite poets of all time, happens to be my 8th grade English/History teacher. My favorite teacher of all time. I am thanking you, Ms. C3, because you gave me a place to be myself (Protag). And you gave me a reason to smile. :)


You see, 7th grade was not a good year for me. I was sad. All the time. Depressed, I would say. And even though I was "fixed" by the time I walked into Ms. C3's 6th period English class on that first day of 8th grade, I was still sad. But being in that class, with that wonderful group of students, and the silliest, most fun-loving, upbeat teacher I had ever met made me feel so much better.


She's obviously not the average teacher. She's different in many ways. But that is what I love most about her. She gave me hope, a reason to laugh, and opened my eyes. In the 9 months that I had her my 8th grade year, she became a "mother" figure to me. And to a few others as well. Some other students, as they always do about SOME teacher: Didn't like her, thought she was weird, or thought she was a bad teacher. I always stick up for her. Every time. Because I KNOW she would do the same for me.


In a way, she saved me. She had faith in me. And although I was not the most well-behaved student, or even the smartest. She still loved me, just the same as she loved everyone else. :) And I will never forget her. She will always fill a special place in my heart. Because she's always happy, smiling, and laughing. Although she may not know it, she taught me the most important lesson I've ever learned: "There's always something to smile about." All you have to do is find it. Thank you, Ms. C3. For everything. 


With love,

Your youngun forever,

Will

:)

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