I have two teachers who mean more to me than some of my closest friends. In grade 9, my English teacher talked me out of suicide. She doesn't know that she did, but she was always there for me and that got me through. My biggest regret so far in this life is not thanking her for being a part of it because she now unfortunately works somewhere else.
I am in grade 10 now and I have a new English teacher; a brilliant young lady who goes above and beyond every single day to remind me that I can be more than society tells me. She is one of the most influential people who I have ever met and she has shaped my life more than artist could shape clay. I know now that, the most important people don't always stick around, so I refuse to let this teacher leave without properly