The last time I had a real meaningful conversation was with my teacher, Mr. Cannister. Cannister made me realize that I had to get my life on the right track. Being here in juvie makes me angry with myself for being a mess up in my past.
Talking with my teacher gives me motivation to want to do better. Not only for me but also for my family and those around me. I know I messed up but I can choose to correct my wrongs and myself. I can keep messing up, but so far that hasn’t gotten me anything but trouble.
I wasn’t expecting to pay attention to what he was saying. I hate being told what to do. At times, I can be defiant but hearing him makes me realize a lot. I like that he does not sugar coat things when he is speaking to me. He really is preparing me for the worst. Although I wish it didn’t take me coming to jail to realize life isn’t all fun and games. I am grateful to have someone like Cannister to not paint things colorful. He doesn’t tell me everything is going to be okay because we both know its not if I don’t decide to make a change for my wellbeing.
I see my teacher as a role model because he’s been there and he’s done that. He didn’t choose to keep messing up. I plan to take as much knowledge as I can from this person. He seems like someone I can learn a lot from. I hope that the next time I run into Cannister, my circumstances are better. I want to be able to thank him for being hard on me. I want to wish you a Happy Birthday, Cannister.