Dedicated To My Teacher
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I was told once
“If you have something to say
You better say it.
You might not have another day.”
So I've got something to say
before my last day
is through.
You've been my teacher and friend
for two years now and
I haven't gathered my thoughts till just now
So I'm gonna say it.
We've become a family over two years
This entire class.
Mrs. Costello was our crazy aunt
And Poe was our big sister.
But you were the glue that kept us together
Now and forever.
You became like a mother.
I'm not all that good with words but
I'm gonna try so bare with me here
And pardon me if I should cry,
But this comes from my heart.
We're all a big, slightly dysfunctional family
And having this class kept me from hating school
All over again.
You dealt with 100s of kids before me
And I was probably the biggest pain.
But you dealt with me through the struggles
And you were one of the only teachers that cared
When I came in hurt.
You picked me up when I was down
And laughed when I was acting the clown.
You laughed at our jokes
And even joined in sometimes.
When we got behind you got us through
And you explained when we were confused.
This poem is for you,
In this your final year.
And in ours as well,
I dedicate this to you,
We love you, Mrs. Buck.
You watched me break down
And you didn't walk away
Like every other teacher before you.
You pulled me through and
I don't think you really know
How much it means to me
I've been pushed and kicked around
It seems my whole life
And not many teachers cared
Unless it disrupted class.
But you disrupted class to fix it and
Not even the principal in my other school
Cared enough to do that
In any of the years before.
For that, I thank you
You pulled us all through two years
And somehow none of us crashed and burned
We all owe you thanks
For being the teacher we'll remember.
Whoever comes after you
Has big shoes to fill
Because if our crazy aunt
Is running things now...
The next class has better be perfect
Or screams will echo through the halls
And we all know it.
You were the best teacher I've had
Though I can't speak for the rest of the class.
Somehow you remained mostly sane
Even after putting up with me
And that's a feat in itself.
Whoever comes after you
Has a lot of work to do
To even manage to be
Half the teacher that you've been.
The past two years went way to fast
I can't believe our graduation is here
And I wish we could make these last few days last
But we can't, so I shall hold them dear.
There's a big world ahead of us,
And I wish my family happiness
Through all of what is to come.