so i am guessing that no one will read this tonight, or maybe even in the next couple of days. but right now thats what i kinda need...to tell someone this, and for someone to listen, but not right now...

one of my students died. her name was adrienne holman. she was a senior. i will always remember her.

not because she was the brightest, or funniest, or even the nicest student. but because she was the first student i ever had who said to me, "ms. faver, you're my favorite teacher." she said at report card pick up last year.

adrienne died of carbon monoxide poisoning. and while i could write pages on all i have learned about how poor children face an almost insurmontable number of obsatcles before they even make it to my classroom, i dont want to. i dont want to grieve because of the uphill battle she faced in life as a young poor black woman in america, or all the other circumstances in her community and school that can be grieved over.

right now it just hurts because she was my student and to be cliche' - way too young to die.