My teacher told us that she is going to another school next year.

My class took it badly because it’s about 14 of us in there and we’ve become a family. We gave our teacher a rapper name and she pretty much knows our lives. We plan imaginary scenarios and even semi-planned a 49th union of the class together at Taco Bell.

She says she wants change. We didn't think of her changing her life as we move on with our lives next year. Just always expected her to be where she is.