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day 20: a letter to someone that changed your life

Dear Mr. Walsh,

Thanks for believing in me. If it were not for your excellent teaching skills I would never have made it as far as I have. Thanks for taking the time to work with me on essays, papers and tests. Thank you for knowing I'm smart enough to know and understand the learning part, but that other teachers had failed me in teaching me how to properly express the ideas and thoughts in a coherent, organized manner while using proper grammar and punctuation. Thank you for taking the time to teach me this, and never just writing me off. Thank you for being a real teacher that teaches because they are truly passionate about educating people and aren't jaded by the job, or the people who teach because they don't know what to do with their life or because they think that a teaching profession is good when they mommy track themselves ( most of Utah I'm looking your way).

And while I'm at it, thank you for helping me break out of my shell, at least while I was in your class. I loved your sarcastic teaching style always made me laugh and when you called me out and I answered the question correctly it instill a sense of pride in myself that it bolstered my confidence. You treated us like adults and we responded adult-like. You truly are the best teacher I have ever had.

Thank you for your hard work, it will always be appriciated.

Michelle

P.S. Tell Mr. Nicolsi that he's 2nd best and was almost as important to me and my education too :)

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