Dear Mr Edwards,
I don't know where you are, or if I'll ever find you again, but I hope and pray that you are safe, well and most of all - happy. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to tell you this so I'll say it here.
You were the best English teacher we ever had. You made such a difference. Everything you said, everything you did, every time you tried to help us - you left an imprint on our lives that will not fade quickly. You cared so much about us, even though we were stupid, selfish fourteen year old girls. (well, I was anyway) Thank you so much for trying to help and for making sure that I was alright - even afterwards.
You taught me so much, about myself, about identity, about english, poetry and literature. You always tried to help us to think for ourselves and make our own conclusions, not just to be brainwashed by society. You even taught us not to let teachers control and change our opinions, a lesson that came in handy when your replacement, Ms Stevens, was replaced by the ever-opinionated Mrs Walker.
I always loved English, but you left me with a love of literature that will never fade.
Thankyou, thankyou so much for everything. You are amazing.
I hope that wherever you are, you are having a fantastic Christmas with your family and friends. I still miss you, and I'm still looking for you. I just hope that I'll be able to find you again someday. =(
O Captain! My Captain! *stands on desk*
Love from your ex-student,
~Claire (the werewolf)