11:11

What is it about these 4 digits that are so special? 

I dont get it.

I dont get the point of making a wish based on numbers on a clock.

Yet, the most amazing part about the human race, is that you do it anyways.

You do things even when they dont make sense.

So dear you four seemingly unimportant number ones on my vanity: 

I will continue to wish upon you for as long as I live.

Why?

Hope.

Hope for one day, that the numbers will mean something.

Hope for one day that my dream will come true.

He's not leaving us

Why are y'all sayin goodbye? I dont know about you, but this chapter in my life is not over yet. Sorry Mr.Sheehan but you can't get rid of us that easy, or me atleast.

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder, was it the only solution? Why did you have to hurt us, to benefit yourself? You took our teacher from us. Actually no I correct myself: our friend. He was the only man who ever respected us as students. He was the only man who treated us as adults enough to do homework when it wasn't checked or to clean up after ourselves in class. He trusted us to actually learn something useful, and to enjoy ourselves while doing it. I've never lost a teacher before, but I've lost many friends. I never thought that losing a combination of the two would hurt so much more. Because of this man, I have the courage to make mistakes. I laugh at failures and no longer cry when I don't succeed. You know that your teacher has done something beautiful when he makes a student not only a better student, but a better person. 

Mr.Sheehan, I'm not going to question you. I don't give a damn about the rumors. You know how many people I've told to shut up in the last week? A lot. I hope you're okay and that one day you can teach again because for you to let your talent wash away so soon should be a crime. 

"The greatest sign of success for a teacher is to be able to say, the children are now working as if I didn't exist, even if they wish that wasn't true."