I don’t know if you remember me or not but I was a student of yours several years ago. You taught twelfth grade English and I turned in work that was sub-par when I turned in work at all. Mostly I just slept through class and watched the clock. Maybe you felt like you failed me. Maybe you felt like you didn’t do your job. I am writing to let you know that that is not the case.
During my twelfth grade year I had a lot of things going on at home that you didn’t know about. I couldn’t wait to just get out of school and get out of town. Once I finally did however I realized very quickly what the real world is like. It took a few years to get on my feet but I finally did. Now I’m enrolled in college to be a language arts teacher. I’m sure this comes as a huge surprise but I always knew that you cared about me even when no one else did and even when I didn’t show it and I want to offer that same unconditional love to someone else someday.