Found this scribbled missive stuck under the door of Room 215 the other day. Please note: This particular cherub is more than 10 years gone, and he still knows how to use a semicolon.
I'd like to say I receive these testaments all the time. But in the era of e-mail and smart phones, the hastily scratched out note has just about evaporated from my world. What makes this all the more sweet, however, is that this young man - he of the recently awarded Ph.D., no less - took the trouble to visit school late in the afternoon in search of his old English teacher, and left a tribute under her classroom door.
The jury is still out, however, on his handwriting. Wonder if he's considering extending his education and going for an M.D. degree?