This is a flik of me in High School at James Logan In Decoto.Standing next to me is my English teacher. This woman will always have a place in my heart for how she helped me in school. I was a cholo in school with the rest of the homies. I read extremely slow and wrote just as slow. I hated reading books. Reports came and went and i never turned in any papers. She would tell me that i could read any book i wanted to read and do a report on it. I couldn’t really pay attention to the boring books that were in her class, they lost me and i would just distract others or draw. She let me do book reports on books like “Monster:The Autobiography of an LA gangster, Always Running, and even Scarface. She just wanted me to read and write better. I remember making her so mad she stormed out of class for about 5 minutes because she couldn’t handle me, at that point i knew i went to far. As a kid i did not realize what she was doing, but now i love everything she did for me. She even went as far as to ask if i wanted to do a video report on my barrio and she would lend me a camera.The homies weren;t having it though ahaha. But you can see how much she influenced me to accept the things around me and relay that message to others with confidence. I looked for her for years and then finally found her about 2 years ago on facebook. She was still teaching but in Oakland and really making a difference in the lives of the young women there. She is one of the best teachers in the world in my book, she would pick you up in the middle of the night if need be. She drove me home from school 2 cities over, she let us in her home, and she was an outstanding teacher, the kind of person they make movies about. She did more for me in a school year than some have in my whole life. For that, i will always respect and love Miss Deiro.