Today I went to see a old math teacher, She is great. I have the deepest level of respect for her. She taught me math back when I was in the 10th through the 12th grade. There was something about her that made me look up to her then, and something about her that makes me look up to her now. I spent four hours talking with her at her house. If I am feeling down and I talk to her, she lifts my spirit. Sometimes it's what she says or just her voice that lifts me up. She told me that she loves me, and I love her too. It's not the first time she said she loved me. She cried when I was graduating from school. She didn't want to let me go, but had to let me go. I love her!!