What would you do if you could fly?" Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. "Is that on the quiz?" I ask, grinning as I type. "I think we've studied just about everything else." Mrs. V chuckles. "I'd be scared to let go," I type. "Afraid you'd fall?" she asks. "No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away.

But I'll always love you, and I'll always miss you and I'll never forget that It's okay to put dragons in the jungle and tears on a tiger

Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

Do not let anyone stop you from succeding