I was inspired to write a note to, no, not my favorite teacher at Mountain School but one who, in the end, affected me the most. Perhaps no one would want to read this but what i have realized in the past week has made me appreciate even more what we were so privileged to learn last spring.
Susie-The past couple of days the reality of the common application, and the whole college process, has set in. I had been struggling with the essay, uninspired by the prompts given and intimidated by the "topic of your choice" option. But today I opened up my Mountain School file and re-read all of my speeches and the unused prose that I had edited out and saved on various disjointed documents. I was so struck by the honesty of my writing and realized that this, this writing, was what I wanted to represent me as I mailed myself away to various respectable institutions in bits and pieces. And I know that that writing, that genuineness that I eventually achieved standing behind that dimly lit podium in the corner of the english room, is nearly all because of you. I have never had to look at myself as I did in your class and I am just beginning to appreciate that. I wanted, and desperately needed, to thank you; you helped me claim words again, helped me sustain the confidence to share sentences and paragraphs while holding eyes with every single person in that room. I have never so wanted to impress a teacher, or anyone, as much as I wanted to impress you in that class and though, at the time, I resented that desire I know now that that was pure inspiration. I can never tell you how much you and those fifty minutes four days a week did for me. Thank you.
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