[ WP ] Write the letter that you always wanted to , but never did .

Dear Ms. Watts, 
 
 I hated writing. I hated doing anything for school. I was n't happy with my education. The summer that I was placed in make up English, I found the first teacher that read what I wrote and cared enough to try and make it better -- to try and grow the author and poet that lives in all of us. 
 
 You were attentive. I wrote pages of nothing as I had done in every class to that point in my life and you *tore it apart*. Every sentence, you broke down. You knew it was garbage and you did n't care. You pushed me to imbue substance and meaning in to every line and told me how important word choice was. You drilled me on gerunds, sentence structure, and word connotations. Your faith in my ability, the effort you invested. Your direct unwillingness to accept anything less than the best I had to offer forced and inspired me to rise beyond mediocrity. I pity those who did not have the opportunity to encounter you or a teacher like you. Every time I write, and I debate putting the subject at the end or beginning of the sentence to achieve a specific rhythm, I think of you. 
 
 Eight years ago, I tracked you down and called you, to tell you how much it meant to me. You told me to stop. You gave me your address and told me to send you a letter. I never did. I still tell myself, `` I will.'' 

