To My Favorite Teacher,

I probably have told you that you are the best teacher in the world a million times, but it will never be enough. I have many regrets from high school, but by far my biggest was not taking your class all four years. However, in just the two years I was blessed enough to have you as my teacher, I learned more about the subject, myself and life than I ever thought I would in a high school class.

Of all my years of schooling, I never was really interested in the subject being taught or excited to be in a class. But every single day I counted down until it was your class period, and it is probably the only class I have ever been (and will be) in that I have not checked the clock every five seconds, waiting to get out.

You made me realize dreams of mine that I pushed aside, thinking I could never make them happen. I cannot thank you enough for making me realize my potential when I did not. I told you the last day of senior year that I would I miss you more than anything from high school, and this is true.

I actually miss learning from you: the projects, presentations, worksheets, all of it. I miss eating lunch in your classroom—you are more fun to hang out with than most people I was friends with. You go above and beyond for your students. From coming in early or staying after to help them, or just being there to talk. You are such a ray of sunshine, and you brightened my day every single day, simply by being yourself. I know I speak for more than myself when I say, I am forever grateful I get to say I was one of your students.