A Rapture of Enscription

I haven’t done this in a long time, but now I know I have every right to write more, and write often. I was pretty pissed today because Mrs. Gallagher semi-threatened me that I wouldn’t graduate if I didn’t turn in my forced journal writings. Fuck her. That ain’t my journal. And I ain’t gonna follow a punk-ass prompt schedule so I can be orderly like that bitch. Because of that I didn’t turn in shit.

I finally finished watching Freedom Writers, and as I watched that reflected on my senior year and I’d want to get a couple things off my chest to the faculty tomorrow. But I’d like to say them here first. This is long by the way, so the ‘Too long; Didn’t read’ interpretation is this. Thanks teachers.

To Mrs. Flood & Mr. Zier: Thanks for teaching my stubborn ass. Y’all both know I don’t give two shits about math, but you made me care about you two as people, and because of that I cared about the work you gave me, and came out a better person.

To Mr. Camporese: Hey man, I know you don’t work in the school anymore, but let’s hang out yeah? Gimme a tour around your new school that you teach in, and if you smoke we’ll do that too. How’s teaching English in a different school? I hope you still assign those papers and still spread that Zender theory. 

To Mrs. Dunker: Hey bud, We’ll make sure we watch that podcast of Rock The Bells like we promised, and I’ll also make sure to visit before I get to school again, like I promised. You’re one of the teachers who helped me express myself, and that’s what it’s all about.

To Mrs. Sullivan: Dude, you’re what teaching is all about. I don’t care if you say you ain’t on Dunker’s level, you always say that. You’ve wanted to be a counselor, and you’ve bent 9th hour from a rowdy, disrespectful class to a class of discussion, where the kids around you and I aren’t afraid to share what they have to say anymore. Those kids from 9th hour are the best, and I hope you tell them I said that on Friday. Don’t cry when you say your goodbye song dude, you always do. Even though I know you will since they’ve changed so much since the beginning of the semester, but don’t. Counselor, or Teacher, you’re going to be great candidates for both, Captain Confidence.

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