Hyperfixating with Satan and White. D

I had a random thought in my head… and I went: “Wow, am I really about to be a senior this year?” Everyone was so excited for me. From my parents, siblings, and everyone in my community. After attending school for 11 years, this is my final year. But, here’s my message to the teachers who told me to keep it pushing.

To elementary, thank you to my 6th grade teacher! That Louisianan, accented lady made me smiled, assisted me through the days I broke down in tears. And to this day, I love the ironic line she said everyday: “Move with purpose!”

My middle schooler years were… at their lowest I will admit. But, that didn’t stop me from having the upmost respect for my teachers! Throughout 7-8th, thank you to my English and Reading teachers. You reminded me that I am making an effort! My 8th grade, reading teacher reminded me to advocate for my education in high school—and she was right. Most teachers would keep it pushing, but I was a fighter.

Freshman year… where to I do start? My experience with going to high school was amazing and not at the same time. But this particular teacher, my Physical Science teacher, something about her amazed me. And knowing me, I was so “terrible” at learning science. And I honestly didn’t like learning it; I always thought it was never good at learning anything according to my educators—but that was all a lie because this teacher was far more interested in my intelligence than the other students who complained her work was “too advanced” for them. She told me I loved learning science the old way and taught properly. Sure… I was a nerd…

Nice, Energetic, Resilient, and Determined… that is a N.E.R.D. Before she left my school, I reminded her how proud I was for her getting her masters degree in AP Biology. And she smiled back at me.

Now comes sophomore year… my “favorite”. Not the best year, but I got through it. Biology kicked me in the ass real hard but I managed to get both B+ in both semester. My biology teacher was a tough gal, but she treated me with the upmost respect and kindness—and she had the audacity to say I was the best student in my class, and I’ll take that as a compliment! Not to get too cocky, but I had my skills at Biology… sometimes! Shoutout to her, and she worked in the USDA? Props to her! But unfortunately, she moved to Arkansas, but I plan on emailing her just to say “Hi again! From your favorite student!”

Here’s the big boy year… 11th grade. I honestly cannot fathom my enjoyment and absolute disappointment. But other teachers were great; however, let’s talk about my Astronomy teacher. That man was awesome! That was the first science course that I actually found passion in. Sure, Sociology is okay and Psychology, but I was not interested in attending those classes. Astronomy stood out to me more. Who doesn’t love learning about space and cool aliens?

But seriously, a big thank you to that teacher. Everyone said his class is ‘hard’… nah, it ain’t. He is not this grumpy teacher, he is this nerdy, sweet guy who cares for his students. And believe me, I cried. I generally cried when he was worried for me. Most teachers aren’t allowed to show their gratitude—but he did. The way he lectured us about learning about the planets and stars. It was like a fever dream. And the crazy part about to… he’s a Doctor Who fan like me! But in all seriously… thank you, Astronomy teacher. I loved your class. I loved the way you taught me and my peers.! I’m not just a a student. I’m an A+ student, even if I’m lazy sometimes.

Am I finished? Uh uh, keep reading! It’s not polite to scroll! Before I unfortunately go… I know, I’m annoying, but here’s a little message to my upcoming senior year: