And in a horrible turn of events, I just found out my photo teacher died of a heart attack yesterday. I just saw him on graduation day, two days ago. He looked perfectly fine. And now this. On the last day of school, he looked at us with a big smile and told us we were welcome in his class anytime next year. I don’t know, I thought that was really nice considering that he had to put up with our behavior all year. He also had problems breathing that day but he didn’t let it get to him. I wonder if he read what I write in his yearbook. Now I’m just spewing random thoughts. I’m not good at making these kinds of posts but whatever, we’ll never forget you, Mr. Groff. You’re in our thoughts.
the perks of being a wallflower looks interesting :D
textbooks attempting to be racially diverse will always be the funniest thing
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