thank you
Thank you,
those two words will never make up what you all did for me.
You guided me for four years,
you saw me grow up before your very own eyes.
From a tiny freshman scared of her own shadow
to a big senior tired of showing up to class.
You comforted me when I had my off days and when I felt all hope was lost,
you held me accountable to when I said I would do something.
Looking back I wish I would've cherished you more,
now you've left this world and I'm sure you're helping someone else wherever you are.
All I want to say is thank you a million times.
I'll never forget you Mrs. Brouix and all that you did for me,
Thank you.
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