Hey, Mr. G, remember me? I was the kid in the class with Davey G. And after I moved on to another grade, I continued to visit you so in your memory I wouldn't fade. I just wanted to say, you meant a lot to me, because you were the only teacher that didn't look down on me. You gave me hope, you gave me inspiration. Even though I didn't follow your advice through graduation. But you did a lot for us, and all your other kids. And because you were the cool teacher, the board treated you like spit. But you made school worth going to, you changed all of our lives. We became sort of a family in 5th period, even if all we did was fight. Because of you, I passed and went to the eleventh grade. You did everything you could even though you were underpaid. And let’s not forget what you did for Davey G. He wanted to drop out, I remember those words “Mr. G, you saved me”. Though we didn't exactly follow through, and ended up in bad places, you gave us hope for a minute, you didn't judge our cover, but read through our pages. The day you said they were firing you, I swear I shed a tear. I knew what you were going through, and I felt your fear. I tried everything to save you, but it was too **** late. I remember the goodbye like it was yesterday. I shook your hand the way you taught me to, and we shared a gripping hug. That day was one that surely ******. But not as much as the first day of the next year, when I walked past your class, just to see some teacher yelling at their kids, looking like an ***. But I hope you’re good G, because I think of you a lot. I hope you got a better job, because you deserve another shot. I hope your future students appreciate you as much as I do, and hopefully we cross paths again, because that’d be pretty cool.