Post by Harley Scarow on Jun 6, 2007 5:39:40 GMT -5
Norwood
3110 Bainbridge Avenue 5F
Bronx, New York, 10467
Friday, March 30, 2007
Ms. Johnston, English Teacher
PS 20 P.O George Werdan III
3050 Webster Avenue
Bronx, New York, 10467
Dear Ms. Johnston:
Remember me, Peter? Well, I sure remember you, and I mean a lot ofrecalled love that I missed out a little before we saw each other for the last time. Yes, I'm sorry if I got you in any trouble back in October when I got arrested for my egregious yet false errors—it is embarrassing to even look back on my lack of stealth and their stupidity when I proved those security officers wrong. This is a little bit of a homework assignment I have to do during the break, but at the same time, I'm doing it on my own free will. Ever since that day, I've propelled countless emails to you, who many are still left unanswered. My passion for poetry has been growing a green aura since the day you encouraged me to begin writing it, from a shroud of darkness and emptiness of sound and sight, to a positive aura yet a brimming mix of both. Yep, Mr. T also encouraged me to begin writing my ideas down as well. Remember all the times we had so much fun afterschool with all of our other friends? We used to make our own parties, have dressing, dancing, and acting contests, and just plain out talk about ourselves. While I wasn't required to go to the afterschool program like many of the other kids did, it was worth it to spend an extra hour with you just to be with my plethora of friends. Thinking back, I can't believe I had the audacity to forage through your refrigerator and purse without your permission—now that was rude, don't you think? Anyways, you were one of the few serious people who had solemn and stern comments about my writing, and it was one of the reasons why I loved you so much both as a teacher and a friend. Because of this, I miss you to this spoken day. The nostalgic thought of all the things you, me, and the others did rains down tears.
Having gone through so much arduous work and acquired so many difficult, complex, and intricate words that were problematical for me before, it makes me happy knowing you were one of the teachers who inspired me to learn more than I already knew, then revolutionized even more—one step ahead, by my most recent English teacher, Ms. Kreider. It made me venture out to the world, and take that leap. Even so, I miss you all the same, your gentleness and tenderness to every one of my educational whims. The poetic brilliance you've inaugurated into me guided my path with treasures, hope, and the most important thing—money, which lead to my happiness. Your memory along with Ms. Kreider's current sparkle, ember, and flash leads me through the sickening, tumultuous, realms of high school with neon colors flashing towards my way. You taught me about getting up even when life is down, like when my fanfiction was brusquely and boorishly plagiarized by bombarding imbeciles on the internet, or when my computer had to be on safe mode and you used to always let me use the school's computer just to make my heart content. Last year was nothing—a breeze but short of a breeze to germinate into reality—the pain I suffer today, but surrounded by my current friends and family to catch me if I ever fell off that stage. It then became a heavy updraft ready to slam me into the edges of life—the points which poke me everyday and cause me to suffer, like the reality of friends, family, and relationships. To how many times I have been arrested this year for my sordid deeds, I apologize, but Ms. Kreider has also taught me how to manage my anger in the healthiest way. Persistence is the key, and Ms. Kreider taught me how to have an abundance of patience for myself, and tomorrow. Please remember, thank you.
The most precious day I recall from my days within your presence was when we were at the community pool together during summer vacation. It was the last time that I would ever be able to witness you and all of my other friends in the same place—where we would all be able to talk to each other in freedom, not trapped by the walls of school every day and the edges of homework every night. We all loved each other, as if our community was one huge family, sharing over reminiscent ideas, of what we would do the moment we left ourselves for good. We were ready to take care of ourselves, without needing each other. The food was good, and the meal shared together until 8:00PM with the sun still setting outside caused tears to flood down my face, as each one of us left one by one by the nostalgic scent of hot dogs, cheeseburgers, and everything else we had together by the single heated field. While you taught me, my behavior was sometimes inappropriate whenever I was stimulated and touched others where I should not have at the pool, I learned from it. Most of it was an accident to begin with, as I had a leg cramp on that day, and everybody around was supportive to help me even through the contact mishaps that happened on that day. Please, it was a horrific and abrupt ending above covert exists from me to you. Afterwards, I saw you once again. I'm happy to remember everyday we spent together afterschool with our other friends. Yes, I'll cherish those daily leaves together like they were in the thousands—each and every passing day.
Former student,
Peter Dang
P.S. "A thought shared by a friend is more valuable exchanged." AKA, write back!
3110 Bainbridge Avenue 5F
Bronx, New York, 10467
Friday, March 30, 2007
Ms. Johnston, English Teacher
PS 20 P.O George Werdan III
3050 Webster Avenue
Bronx, New York, 10467
Dear Ms. Johnston:
Remember me, Peter? Well, I sure remember you, and I mean a lot ofrecalled love that I missed out a little before we saw each other for the last time. Yes, I'm sorry if I got you in any trouble back in October when I got arrested for my egregious yet false errors—it is embarrassing to even look back on my lack of stealth and their stupidity when I proved those security officers wrong. This is a little bit of a homework assignment I have to do during the break, but at the same time, I'm doing it on my own free will. Ever since that day, I've propelled countless emails to you, who many are still left unanswered. My passion for poetry has been growing a green aura since the day you encouraged me to begin writing it, from a shroud of darkness and emptiness of sound and sight, to a positive aura yet a brimming mix of both. Yep, Mr. T also encouraged me to begin writing my ideas down as well. Remember all the times we had so much fun afterschool with all of our other friends? We used to make our own parties, have dressing, dancing, and acting contests, and just plain out talk about ourselves. While I wasn't required to go to the afterschool program like many of the other kids did, it was worth it to spend an extra hour with you just to be with my plethora of friends. Thinking back, I can't believe I had the audacity to forage through your refrigerator and purse without your permission—now that was rude, don't you think? Anyways, you were one of the few serious people who had solemn and stern comments about my writing, and it was one of the reasons why I loved you so much both as a teacher and a friend. Because of this, I miss you to this spoken day. The nostalgic thought of all the things you, me, and the others did rains down tears.
Having gone through so much arduous work and acquired so many difficult, complex, and intricate words that were problematical for me before, it makes me happy knowing you were one of the teachers who inspired me to learn more than I already knew, then revolutionized even more—one step ahead, by my most recent English teacher, Ms. Kreider. It made me venture out to the world, and take that leap. Even so, I miss you all the same, your gentleness and tenderness to every one of my educational whims. The poetic brilliance you've inaugurated into me guided my path with treasures, hope, and the most important thing—money, which lead to my happiness. Your memory along with Ms. Kreider's current sparkle, ember, and flash leads me through the sickening, tumultuous, realms of high school with neon colors flashing towards my way. You taught me about getting up even when life is down, like when my fanfiction was brusquely and boorishly plagiarized by bombarding imbeciles on the internet, or when my computer had to be on safe mode and you used to always let me use the school's computer just to make my heart content. Last year was nothing—a breeze but short of a breeze to germinate into reality—the pain I suffer today, but surrounded by my current friends and family to catch me if I ever fell off that stage. It then became a heavy updraft ready to slam me into the edges of life—the points which poke me everyday and cause me to suffer, like the reality of friends, family, and relationships. To how many times I have been arrested this year for my sordid deeds, I apologize, but Ms. Kreider has also taught me how to manage my anger in the healthiest way. Persistence is the key, and Ms. Kreider taught me how to have an abundance of patience for myself, and tomorrow. Please remember, thank you.
The most precious day I recall from my days within your presence was when we were at the community pool together during summer vacation. It was the last time that I would ever be able to witness you and all of my other friends in the same place—where we would all be able to talk to each other in freedom, not trapped by the walls of school every day and the edges of homework every night. We all loved each other, as if our community was one huge family, sharing over reminiscent ideas, of what we would do the moment we left ourselves for good. We were ready to take care of ourselves, without needing each other. The food was good, and the meal shared together until 8:00PM with the sun still setting outside caused tears to flood down my face, as each one of us left one by one by the nostalgic scent of hot dogs, cheeseburgers, and everything else we had together by the single heated field. While you taught me, my behavior was sometimes inappropriate whenever I was stimulated and touched others where I should not have at the pool, I learned from it. Most of it was an accident to begin with, as I had a leg cramp on that day, and everybody around was supportive to help me even through the contact mishaps that happened on that day. Please, it was a horrific and abrupt ending above covert exists from me to you. Afterwards, I saw you once again. I'm happy to remember everyday we spent together afterschool with our other friends. Yes, I'll cherish those daily leaves together like they were in the thousands—each and every passing day.
Former student,
Peter Dang
P.S. "A thought shared by a friend is more valuable exchanged." AKA, write back!
