My favorite teacher just died today. No warning, just died.

Mrs. Patrick was my favorite teacher, or rather, the only one I had a deep respect for in my whole life.

She inspired me to use my writing as a tool. She was also a great artist. She even drew a great pencil picture of Michael Vick for one of my classmates.

I was in class when she went comatose in her classroom. Everybody was scared as hell. And since I go to a private religious school, all the students and teachers went into the sanctuary of the adjoining church to pray for her.

However, she died of congested heart failure at the hospital. Everybody cried even harder.

Im 17, but I cried on my Mom’s lap. Hard.

It is *the* worst day in my life.

From what I found out, Mrs. Takiya Patrick was young, childless, and, to my surprise, a very sick woman.

We found out that, for a while, only 20% of her heart was working. So now it comes at no sirprise to me that she would go into a coma.

So now, my life as I know it is at an end.

I hope you all can understand what Im going through right now. If you don’t or can’t, please try. I thank you in advance.

Its a sad day today for me. Im not going to go to school for the rest of the week.