Class of 2018, you are graduating. I sit here two days before you leave, one day before the last day of school and I think back to your freshman year. Our first ILP, the first day we met and I can't help but wonder if I did everything right. You are all young men and young women heading out to your next adventure. You'll meet struggles that I can't shield you from. Though on many occasions you called me mom by mistake, I've always just been your teacher, your advocate, your net when school got to be a place where you didn't know if anyone cared. I did. I always cared, I sat up at night worrying if you were making smart choices. I hoped you were ok, cried when you fell, and cheered when you succeeded. Through four years of high school I did all I could to make sure you were passing classes, being socially aware, and fitting in with your peers. I'll miss you Raquel, Sebastian, Rosario, Ben, Sophia, Isabella, Estefany, Nasir, Felicia, Lazaro, Jazmine. Jaylah, Marysol, Francisco, Maya, Aysia, Josh, Joseph, Leilani, and Luis. Whether you've been in my Capstone for a year or all four years, you've touched my soul. I am happy I got to be part of your journey! Thank you
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AuthorWhy do I write? I write to live. Every new day inspires endless topics and words upon words upon words. Without the swish of the pen or click of the keyboard, my mind would expand to painful proportions with all of the stories waiting to spill out upon the page. Take a journey with me; a journey of words. Archives
May 2018
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