O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
For so he calls me: now I feed myself
With most delicious poison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.




For an English class, I had to remember the above and recite it to my class. I have NEVER forgotten it, and never will. I feel like I can do anything, now that I have conquered Shakespeare. Thank you, Ms. Lawrence at Moore Highschool. You shall ever be remembered as the teacher who gave me a reason to believe in myself. You weren't just a teacher, you were a role-model. You showed me how to believe in myself, and others like never before. You were like a second mother to me, and I could never figure out why all of these kids would get so agitated with you, whenever all you were was good to them...You have been the most amazing, astounding teacher that I have ever had in my learning career. And for that, I thank you. You taught me to love unconditionally, to laugh at even the most stupid things, and to have faith in anything and everything possible, because things get better. They always will. ou made me want to become a teacher. To teach children, regardless of how they acted to me. Yes, you got upset at times; but you've always been so sweet. And if I was to die tomorrow, I'd come to thank you all the way in Moore, for being the best thing that has ever happened to me.


Thank you.