=(

[xonceaskeptic]

This year my schedule was assigned to an 8th period english class which was just as normal as anything I'd ever seen, but little did I know I'd come across one of the most amazing men of my life. Mr. Kelleher. On the first day of school way back in september my expectations of that class were not so good. I thought the teacher was going to be a total bore, but now that I'm looking back, I don't think I could have made it through my first year in Highschool without his guidance and support. He was a man of many different personalites, some completly over the top, others you'd think one more heart beat and he'd be dead, but there was one thing you could always count on, he was always sweating like a pig. Now I know this seems weird liking a teacher this much, but he has had such a positive impact on my life that its unbelieveable. He always strived to help us realize what we were capable of, and always had his handy passbook ready when I didnt feel like going to class. Not only did he teach us lessons strictly based on english, but taught us so much about the real world, and many unknown things about ourselves. And to think he might not be getting his job back next year, I dont think I'll be able to get through my three years to come. And even though Im crying as Im writing this, I know Juliette feels the exact same way. I have to stop writing, Im just making myself more upset, but before I stop I just have yo say, Thank you Mr. Kelleher, Im so gratful you blessed me with what you did, you're such an amazing man and an extraordinary teacher, you seize to amaze me.

I love you special k <3 and hopefully I'll see you next year <3