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You were more than just a teacher to me, Mr. Perrino. You were a friend, a mentor, and not to mention the only fucking one that ever made sense in that school. You used to stand in that one spot near the breezeway when the 2:30 bell rang and we used to always say goodbye to each other. It was a routine. Just like last year, during every single H free when me and Kel visited you. Whether it was just to goof off, to use the computer, to sleep, to talk.. we had some pretty good conversations. Everything from sex to blowjobs to racist jokes to serious shit. When it came down to it you were the most down to earth, REAL adult I've ever encountered. That's not a lie. You'd say what was on your mind and that's that. And you had a huge heart.. it was open to everyone and everything, and whenever me or any of my friends needed you, you were there--giving us passes, talking to us, making us laugh. I'll never forget how much you *truly* cared about us. One memory flashes most brightly - when Kel was failing school and doing really shitty, and his status getting into the Marines was on jepoardy. We all tried talking to him and getting him back on the right path. I spent a whole period just trying to convince him to study and do better. But it was you who turned him around. It was you who said "don't come back here in my office until you pick your grades up and get back on track." Yes, it was you who for about a month ruined our usual routine - but Kel did what you told him to do. He started to do better and you let us come visit you again. I hope that makes you proud, Mr P. Because it sure makes me proud. It makes me proud of you, of Kel, and the fact that I know a person caring enough to put his friendship with a student on hold so they'd turn around. I not only feel honored, but priviledged that I got to know you. You were so close to our group but you were never biased. You were there for all of us at any given time. You had pictures of us on your wall and condoms in your briefcase. I remember you as that funny, happy go lucky golf freak that we clung to. I'm going to miss you so much. You MADE St. Anthony's for all of us, "Mista P"... don't forget us. We'll never forget you.