Teachers. Teachers. Teachers.

To my 8th grade English teacher. It was you that got me out of my depression. A lot of people thought she was crazy, but, I believed everything she said. What she said rang with much truth in my ears. Before I came into her class, I was still suffering from a mild depression from so much change occurring in my life. But, she taught me about the Secret, about always thinking positive. She got me into personal development. She tried to get every student the tools to succeed in life and to be happy. I got out of my depression and I began to be more optimistic about life.

We had to much in common. I enjoyed her lectures on aliens, indigo children, the supernatural, and the power of the mind. We were both Blue-dominant and secondary-White.

I wouldn't be the person that I am today if I didn't have her as a teacher. It was destiny that I became her student. Thank you!


When I have a low self-esteem and no confidence, I just remember the many things my 9th grade English teacher told me. He knew how to make me smile.

I even remember the first time we met, he said that I had the best smile.

He once told me that I should be a CNN reporter because I've got this strong stage presence.

And when I told him that nobody asked me to the Homecoming dance, he told me that guys are just intimidated by me. That they think I am too good for them. That I am too smart and too pretty. I am just way out of their league.

Thank you.
I remember everything you told me.
You don't even know how much a difference you have made in my life. You have taught me so much, especially the importance of being the best that I can be. So, thanks. :D