It's for my favorite teacher whenever I graduate from middle school and go into high school:
We were buddies, amigos, friends. We shared too many memories to count. Thanks for listening to me.
Everyday I said good morning, I said goodbye every afternoon. Whenever I said, "Have a nice weekend, Mr. Boley," it was always said in a cheerful way. Thanks for listening to me.
Our little jokes we shared makes me wish I'd never leave, and when I do, will you remember me? In 10 years, will you think back to that girl who wasn't afraid to be a dork in front of everyone? Thanks for listening to me.
Art was fun, especially when I drew ninjas and dragons, and had glory, at least for a while. Youwere the first one I shwed it to, "God job, Nicole," you'd aften say, I smiled and was modest, "It's not that good, really.." was my usual response, I knew my art was good, and you did, too. Thanks for listening to me.
I'll always be a kid, and if I am, will you be one with me, too? I may be small, but I'm going to be famous someday, just ou wait. And when I accept my awards, I will say, "Thanks for listening to me, Mr. Boley."
I leave middle school behind, and head into the great unknown. Maybe someone will listen to me as well as you did. Most likely not. If we never meet again, you won't be forgotten by the class of 2012. I will remember you. Try not to forget me, like so many others will. Mr. Boley, thanks for listening to me, teacher man.
Always,
Nicole
Remember these words-
"Sing your song, dance your dance, tell your tale."
2007-10-31
11:12:42
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Sorry for the spelling errors, I was kind of in a rush when I wrote it.
2007-10-31
11:25:54 ·
update #1