To The Juniors of Mrs. Mitchell's A4

Ummm. You guys are so... like sweet, when you, umm place your, you know, opinions out in the ...open... Your voices are quiet and unsure even after all this time. It's almost like you're uncomfortable in your own skin. You don't trust the 46 eyes that burn through your skin when you open your mouth to share a small thin beam of intelligence that might shed light on the unknown ideas of the present querry So you mumble and fumble for your words, under the pressure of those who might judge you. Be Brave my little dears! You have no idea how precious your time is. Here, in this room, with the window that frames the birds, with the white board that guides you, and the eyes that really uphold you, you are so safe. and you have no idea how I envy you. No one expects you to know what you want or to be "all grown up." Here, in this room, you can still be wrong. You can still dream about stars no matter how far away they are. Here, in this room, forever, I'd stay and keep you all if only, to remember what used to be innocent.