Dear Professor H, I'm bored. I've been bored for years. The first day I stepped into your classroom I was bored, and it wasn't because you are a boring professor. Actually, you are quite the opposite. You were one of my favorite professors; albeit slightly terrifying in the awe-inspiring, never want to get you angry, … Continue reading #15: Dear Professor H-
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#14: To the Ones I Left Behind
To the Ones I Left Behind, Yes, I ran away. I ran away from everything that I knew; I ran away from you. The first opportunity that had me on the proverbial train "out of dodge" I took without hesitation. Granted, I did adjust my plans so that none of you would panic about me … Continue reading #14: To the Ones I Left Behind
#11: Dear Cyanide”
Dear Cyanide, No one ever quite understood why I gave you that nickname; they thought me wholly weird, and I said it more out of habit than anything. Who would have thought that the nickname I came up with freshman year, would be so telling years later. It came up because we were finding things … Continue reading #11: Dear Cyanide”
#9: Dear Healy Clan,
Dear Healy Clan, I wrote my name in the sand, so it can be carried by the waves. I wrote my name into stone, so it would know how to grow old with time and the wind. I wrote my name on paper, so it would know know a quicker end. But I gave my … Continue reading #9: Dear Healy Clan,
Faith Taryn Davies 