A little while ago Jay-Z made a song called "Open Letter", just a random track touching on topics like the hood, politics (Obama), Chief Keef, etc. It was a great way to let us in on his stream of consciousness and how he views certain things. I mean, it isn't very often that we get in the inside of the great Hov's mind.
Me on the other hand, I want to talk about the great teachers I have had while in high school. Yeah, most of them are still pretty lame, but in a tolerable way. But teachers like Ms. Graf, Mr. McCarthy, Ms. Heeseman, Mrs. Smith, Mr. English, Ms. Clotworthy, Ms. Reist-Jones, and Mr. Johnson all played a hand in the person I am and have helped me significantly to be able to grab my diploma and walk across the stage June 14. Most of them know about the troubles I have had in high school, and instead of being in an uncomfortable situation and pitying me, they sympathized with my struffle and gave me additional help and advice to help me go on in life. I was scared to tell people about what happened to me and I was even more afraid about how they would treat me after I told them. But they treated me just like everyone else still and I really appreciate that. Made me feel much more comfortable with dealing with the aftermath of those problems. Now, here you see me now writing about how much I will forever appreciate and cherish what my teachers mean to me and my life as I go to another developmental stage. Thank you guys! I'm outtie.
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