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September 22, 2015

Dear Farrah, 

        I am not really one to address the things my students write, because it is your thoughts and I can't force you to think a certain way, but you have given me no choice. Let me address the first issue here: life. Oh what a calamity life is. There's no forgetting the past, and there's no way to stop the future from creeping up on us. There is surviving, and there's living. I see you write in your journal about life and how you hate it. You want to die so much that it's the only thing you think of. You are one of my brightest students, Farrah. I have never read writing as meaningful as yours. Your thoughts that you spill into this journal are hauntingly beautiful.

         Let me tell you something Farrah, I am a 35 year old man with a wife, and two young children. I am surviving. When I was younger I dreamed to be an author, much like you do. I pushed myself to write in a journal everyday, much like you do. I had potential, much like you do. The only thing I didn't do, that I hope you do, is make your dreams a reality. I know what you're thinking, he has to say this, I'm his student he is forced to motivate my unrealistic dreams, i'll never be an author.

        Farrah, you are an author. You are the author of your own life, no matter what anyone says to you, you write your own words. Each step you take is another brush of a pen against paper. You get to choose what your climax is. You get to choose what your ending is. You get to choose whether or not you live or survive. I just hope you choose wisely.

Sincerely,

Mr.Irwin