Dear Friends....

Dear Friends,1

This will sound weird to some of you who read this, but to others I hope you fully understand my words.  I have thirty minutes and seventy blank pages here that I can write on, so what should I say to repay the many debts I owe you for the past two years I’ve been in your presence?  I will not speak names as I write this, in fear that I will forget but one person’s name and feel guilty afterwards.2

Now, I may be a poet, but right now I will be speaking only the truth and not the fabricated lies that usually appear in my hopes and dreams.  I’m here writing this to thank those many students and teachers whom have helped me these past few years.  I’ll start off by saying that I came to this school a high-priced fourteen-year-old girl who was racist, stupid, and immature.  BUT!  I’ve changed, and that only happened as a result of my many friends.  I will say there was one student in particular who not only helped change my views, my beliefs, but also me.  Now, if that person knows what is good for ‘em, he/she will know who you are.  You changed my life, by not only being my closest friend, but also the first student to speak to me and see something other than the ‘snot-nosed’ little white girl.  I thank you for being that sturdy should I could lean on when I needed support.3

I apologize for staying onto one person, but now I must move to a second ‘group’ of people.  You should know who you two are, when I say I eat lunch with you every day.  I know we both hate a few people on the surface, but deep down we know their different.  I’d like to thank you two, whom you both shared times with me during only one year.  I thank you for listening when I needed to be heard, and I thank you for understanding most of what I said and while being honest with your true thoughts at the same times.4

I’d like to thank those misc. students who many not stick around with you for long, but for the short time they do, you feel as if you’ve known them all your lives and as if they had never just suddenly appeared before disappearing from your life.5

I’d like to thank those teachers who helped me change, both inside, outside, and everywhere in between.  You teachers are the ones that guided me towards the truth and showed me sometimes the things I needed to see even though I feared them.  I’d like to thank a special teach who was always there for me.  He/She always knew the right thing to say to me to not only get me to smile, but to get me to open up, understand, and live life the way it should be lived.6

It’s sad not to think that as I read and write thins, I feel as if I’m writing a will to me death, and the thing I do before that awful end is give this letter onto you few certain people.  And in a way, I am giving and writing a will, where I’m sending my love and everything else I can give by just being a friend to you before I leave.  It will be long months before I return to ‘a’ school, and what saddens me most is it won’t be this one…Pray forgive me now for continuing on for four long pages, but once again I’d like to thank you all.  As they say in the homeland of my ancestors, Ireland, Blessed be and Slainte my dearest friends,7

Morgana SueLee Yakotoshi8