Today, after seeing my father at Fellowship Manner, and after him not knowing who i am or what day it was. I went back to the school for musical tear down. And i’m sitting there calling everyone i could trying to get someone to go on a walk with me to calm my nerves, and Mr. Borghesani comes over and asks if i’m okay. i tell him what happened. and he just looked at me and said, and i quote. “you wanna know what amazes me? during musical you took on probably one of the hardest roles for a teenager to do, with all of this shit you have going on in your life, and you kept your head help high and you didn’t skip a beat. meanwhile other people, who don’t have this shit to deal with, put themselves around petty drama and they fuck up entirely. you’re stronger than you think Felicia. You’re the strongest person i know to be honest. and if you can get through this, you can get through anything.”
those words. i can’t describe how much that meant to me. teachers aren’t just there to fill your head with information you’ll forget after finals. they’re there, because they care. so next time you talk back or wanna fight with a teacher, remember they really do care and they’re people to.
Thank you Mr. B. you made my day 10 times better. thanks for keeping me strong.
