I'll Never Forget Them

In the fall of 19 91, ixcapt midway to the back of miss smith's english class. Her gray curls were cropped short to her head, and rimless glasses perched high up on her nose. I remember one afternoon when the class was almost over, i sat waiting for her to hand back our term papers. She walked past my desk, placed my paper face down in front of me and continued passing out the rest. Just beneath that, she wrote, in her own handwriting, words of encouragement. The a i received in his class remains my most hard earned.