When Words Fail, Music Speaks

I’ve been thinking a lot about the passing of my old English teacher of two years at Jesuit the past couple days, and it really upsets me to no end. I remember Freshman year walking into that class for the first time and it seems like it was yesterday. At times Freshman year I hated the class because I came close to almost failing the fourth quarter, but ultimately I loved it cause Mr. Wilson was one of the most unique and funniest teachers I’ve ever met. That was the class where I met Steef, Cody, Nick, and Evan in. Four bros that are seriously a big part of my life. And my junior year Mr. Wilson’s class once again was my hardest class but it was so enjoyable and I really learned how to write well that year. He was one of my teachers at Jesuit that saw something in me. His death saddens me, but I guess everyone has their own time of when to go because everything happens for a reason. This is one of those times where I truly realized how big a part of my life Mr. Wilson and his classes truly were to me. You really don’t realize how important someone is in your life and how much you appreciate someone until they’re gone.  You are in a better place Mr. Wilson, but I just want to say thank you for all the great memories. Rest in peace.