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I will never like English, yes that is what I said, I never knew in my heart I would make English dead, I threw away my compositions and I said that was it! Ms. Beiderman gave me a 55 I guess my essays were sick, The next english term in the twelfth grade, I met a pretty nice teacher with a crimson hair wave, I have been beaten by English right now I was pretty scared, But it was my Ms. Mayo who told me,"It's o.k hang in there ", I rewrote my poems and read them to my self, Ms. Mayo fixed the mistakes with me, My Ms. Mayo the great help. I thanked her with all my life and joy, It was where my love for english came back, rewounded like a toy. I never missed class, I could never see why, I am lucky to have Ms. Mayo, If I don't have english I could die. I wrote my memoirs, never finished them late, who knows right now how many viewing elements I have... probably twenty eight, The Color of Water, When I was Puerto Rican, This Boys' Life, I wrote this from smarts, my love and insight. I need to say more, but Thank You, I couldn't have done it without you Ms. Mayo, yes Ms. Mayo I mean you. If I didn't have this class, would my love for english have stayed alive? No, I probably would've given up after my 55!
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