not tryna sit here and sound cocky or anything, but i’ve always been good at schoolwork. like i could bullshit something and get a decent to good grade. no teacher ever really gave a shit, but then I had this english teacher my juinor year and i didn’t really put any effort into my projects/essays and in any other class they’d be passing grades, but she wasn’t having it. she always new i would bullshit my work and i guess she saw potential in me, so she’d never pass me. she’d write me little notes telling me to put my brain to use. Like i got an 88 on the regents, and she’s tell me that wasn’t good enough and I could of done better, all that kind of stuff. This year I have her for a creative writing class and we had to make a book full of our own poetry. I tried this time and got a 100. The point of this was that it felt good to see how proud of me this women was and to have someone in this shitty school that wanted to and pushed me to do the best i could. i guess after two years of her telling me i was to smart for my own good finally struck a chord.
she’s and awesome women and i totally thank her for not letting me just glide through.
let her keep the book aswelllll so she’ll never forget me. haha.
