Letter To Sandy-Personal Narrative

What sort of education is best for a child with special needs? Does inclusion prepare a child who is mentally challenged for the real world or is it unfair? How does inclusion affect the whole classroom?

I am so sorry to leave without telling you, but I have to make right. Sandy is the love of my life and it would be wrong if I did not give it another chance. I love her, and she needs to know that.

It is with great pleasure I write this letter in support of Kristina M. Elliott. As an educator and personal friend of Kristina’s I have had the opportunity to mentor and provide support throughout her journey in becoming a teacher. I can promise you that she is a teacher of extraordinary talent and dedication. I am glad to recommend her for a teaching position in your school district.

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

I wanted to be there, even though it was quite a trip. The traffic was dreadful especially on this holiday weekend. The minute I got your letter, I had the courage to risk it all. What matters now is you’re back and my heart starts beating again. I’ve reached the hill finally. There was a chill in the air. The only sounds were bugs thrumming in the grasses above and birds chirping even higher up. And there you were, looking as if we didn’t part. There was no hesitation, we linked arms with each other. No urging needed, we kissed and

I loved you more than I loved myself. Not even, I was in love with you, and you broke my heart by breaking it off between us without even blinking an eye. When I called you on the phone a couple hours later, you sounded like you absolutely hated me, and that hurt even more. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not trying to sound like a victim. I’m sure you hurt or were hurting too.) We used to talk just about everyday for the past year or so. Not talking to you everyday is so strange. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time. Whenever something happens - whether good or bad - and want to run to tell you about it. I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I also lost my real best friend, and my first real, true love. I really thought you were the one. After all, we were talking about going on a mini vacation by ourselves in the summer. You were supposed to come to my Abuela’s wedding and spend your 20th birthday with

While I was a lost boy in a dream world, that was only filled of you and me together. I know you saw this. Ill still have a dream world but I want it to be one we both create together, I know you have a brilliant mind. You will always light me up like the sun. Thats the best dream world I can possibly imagine and it basically makes me cry like a kid, because I only bring out the best in me. I know its probably odd being the center of my universe or a heavy burden.. but don't let it be, its pretty simple in my head and my love for you is unconditional and always will be, the good and the bad. I've only held you the closest to me above all others always, because you are my heart.

As I exhaustedly cried myself to sleep last night after May’s suicide, the thought of you never left my mind. I thought of writing down my feelings, instead of drowning in them, in a letter that you will never read. Years ago, you were in front me but, ever since the day you passed away, I wake up every morning with the reminder that you are a just a living memory. And if life is as short as they say it is, then I guess we are going to meet again sooner than I think we will...

How have you been? It’s been to long since we’ve talked, so I figured that I should write you this letter. I hope you can remember all of our great memories we made together when we were kids. I need to tell you something very important. I’m sure you’ve heard about the Underground Railroad, but please don’t try to escape.

It was the hottest day of the year as we packed up a big U-Haul truck, and thats when it hit me this would be the last time I would lave Florida. Today I was moving from my home town, Lakeland, FL, to a town I would have to meet new people and start a new... school! "Alrighty, looks like we are all packed up and ready to hit the road" my mom said in a teary and shy voice. This day could not get any worse.

My friend “Jack Straw” from Wichita, seems to be having some personal issues. Whenever I try to communicate with him, he doesn’t respond to me, and I want to listen to what he has to say. I can tell he’s psuedo-listening, and knows I’m trying to listen, but still ignores me. I fear he may have some developmental issues, so I try to empathize and listen to him, but that doesn’t seem to work. He lounges about when he is around and moves much too slow. Then one night, out of the blue, he tells me he “jumped a watchman right outside my fence. I took his rings and four bucks in change.” As in he physically attacked someone! Completely dumbfounded, I ask why and try to listen for what his reasoning may be. Then

There are times I miss you so much, I wish I could remember where I hid your body. I remember the night, cold and dark. An owl hoots in the distance. If only I could remember where you were. I always liked the night and so did you. Every week we took walks through the forest behind Old Man Smith’s home and talked about what had happened that week. All of that changed once you started dating her. First, you stopped walking with me then you stopped talking to me. In the end, you stopped noticing me in general. I was jealous. I mean who wouldn’t be; you were perfect. Dark hair swept back, tan skin, deep blue eyes. Everything perfect. But she took you away from so I got revenge. I wanted to kill her but I thought of something else that would cause her more pain. After a month of plotting, I realized I didn’t care about you at all anymore, but I still wanted her to pay. Sometimes I regret what I did. She still seems to be happy even though I took you away from her like she did to me. That night that I invited you to walk with me I thought you would reject me but to my surprise, you agreed. Revenge is going to be sweet tonight, I told myself. I went home and put together a backpack. Bug spray, an extra jacket, a water bottle, and a serrated knife went into the backpack. I met you behind the rickety barn on Old Man Smith’s property like we used to. I smiled at you and you did your once cute smirk back at me. You held out your hand and I reluctantly took it. Hand in hand we strolled through the forest. You told your cheesy jokes and I

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

I had assumed Jack had gotten the same letter too. By the way I was getting absolutely drenched. Saying that is was pouring that day is an understatement. It was raining like you cannot believe. Anyway, I opened the door to my house quietly because I didn’t want my mom to know I was home in case I received bad news in the mail. I locked myself in the bathroom and peeled open the envelope. On the top in big font it said “Red Bank Catholic class of 2021” My eyes darted down the paper. The letter began by reading “Congratulations on your acceptance to Red Bank Catholic High School.” I could finally breathe, until I started to think of all the responsibilities that came with this acceptance. I had to wear a uniform, not a sports uniform. I can’t just “not care” about school anymore either since my parents were paying $15,000 a year of their own money. I’m going to miss my friends (Alvino) and also I’m not going to have the luxury of being the last stop on the bus going in and first out.After I thought of all the negatives that came with this I thought of the positives, and to me the positives outweighed the negatives by

Home sounds nice but I came home the wrong way I know I’m going to miss so much. But I’ll be looking down on the loves of my life. I hope she finds someone better than me because I want the best for her and for my baby. I’ve had this letter for my family for this day, and the only ones that knew about the letter was some of the guys just incase anything happened to me. John goes to Lillian and tells her that there is something from me for her in my Jacket. While Lillian walks up with tears running down her face she sees the envelope that says to my family and Lillian notices the second envelope that has to my sweet baby girl. Shots fired at my funeral as Dad, Mom, and Lillian sit there and with each shot fired the all jump. Tears run down those faces and Lillian and my parents sit there as everyone walks off and she opens the letter. She begins to read the letter out loud to my parents, as she reads Its says “Don’t cry for me when I’m gone I know this is hard but I’ll be protecting from above. I want you all to know I love you all so very much. Mom and Dad please make sure my Lillian is safe and has everything she needs. Also please make sure to take care of yourselves everything will be okay. I am in a better place and I am home it may not be Home with you but we will be home together some day. Again I love you all so much and I will see you again I promise that. Love your dearest Ryan. P.S. I left a letter for my Sweet Baby girl have her open when she is old enough to do so.” Yes I may not be there but I know how hard it is to lose a soldier I’ve lost several of my brothers and It’s never funny when a Soldier