Happy Holmes

Mr. Holmes

I know that Mr. Holmes isn’t considered a teacher, but he’s a teacher to me: a “What-To-Do-With-Your-Life” teacher. I couldn’t thank Mr. Holmes enough for all that he has done for me in the past four years of my high school career. He’s straightforward, to the point, but also very supportive at the same time. He’s never been mushy or condescending, which I respect more than anything. I’ve told him basically everything that goes on with my life, and he has always given me great advice, also letting me know that I’m not going crazy and that he understands my point of view. Mr. Holmes has always thought of me when it came to helping me out or just making me smile in so many ways. He has always been there, always encouraging, considerate. As weird as this sounds, I wish he was my dad. I’ll miss him when I leave high school. I hope to have some sort of contact with him after I leave, but if I don’t, I hope he lives a good, content life, always being able to help others who need, because that’s what he’s there for; that’s what he loves to do.