Öykü Ünal

Dearest Mr. Herman,

 I haven't cried for the big separation of the class because I know there are always good, even better things ahead of you. For instance, I had an amazing year at seventh grade yet I hadn't wanted to leave my class on sixth grade and same thing happened each and every year since then and look at me now.  I am again looking back on all of the crazy memories with a stubborn smile that denies to leave my cheeks. I don't think this is the end Mr. Herman, honestly. This is the actual beginning of the phase of loving and loosing in our lives and I am rather quite excited than sorry to be starting it. I have enjoyed our class so much together that I am hopeful for us, as a whole we are surely to succeed and have our own happily ever after. I know that there will be promises not kept and words forgotten but I am sure that there will be lasting memories of you and of us. And you, Mr. Herman, honestly are the first reason I had a good beginning in high school. I am sure you know the feeling that you get when you love someone or just care about their thoughts, you want them to witness your accomplishments, share your happiness and approve you. Well I had these feelings as you were the first to welcome and embrace without the threat of losing your interest on us. I wanted you to know and witness and even be proud and I never wanted you to look back on someday and remember being sad because of us. It lightens my heart that you feel the same way.

We all loved you Mr Herman, and we are all glad that we shared this year in our own perferct way, detached from cliches and stereotypes.

See ya in a better future.

With great admiration and best of wishes,

Not-former student, a.k.a. dudette, Öykü Ünal