 This is what my teacher said. Do not be afraid. Be bold. This classroom will be a womb, and it will deliver courage, and it will deliver voices, and it will deliver your courage, and it will deliver your voices. Strive. These books are a pedestal. They will lift you beyond your potential, and you will know things worth knowing, and you will see things worth seeing. They will teach you how to spell words like believe. Remember, the I comes before the E, except after C, so that one day you will believe in a higher cause beyond yourself. Listen to me. This classroom will be the silence you need. A worthy citadel for your thoughts, so let them roam free, and when you find one worth catching, bring it back to me. I want to see. Do not be afraid. This is something they cannot steal. The mind, like a thunderstorm, stands dignified as the only God-send instrument amidst humanity, and we, each of us, with our own minds, our own eternal infinity, ideas don't die, people do. Understand that courage, kindness, wisdom, and love transcend time, and when we go, what we made of them will still be here. Make something of them. And this is how. This is what my teacher said to me. Do not be afraid. One day you will rise, and I may be a distant memory. But for now, take your seat. Breathe, breathe. Class is in session.