Dear Miss Howard

I really came into my art practice in middle school. This was a joint building, so middle school and high school were together. She, a Sagittarius, was infamous in the school as a no-bullshit type of teacher(A BITCH). Breaking that traditional art teacher mold, I heard of her before meeting her, so you can say I already had my first opinions.

Our first class together was Photography 1. Safe to say we both disregarded each other for many reasons. Even in that haze of teen angst, i couldnt help but like her... just a little. Having two extracurricular activities. I did have her for PPP: pencil, pen, and paint. This being more in line with my vibe, I was a lot more interested, and that's where we noticed each other. She was equally interested in what I was working on, particularly my personal pieces. Even though she was massively intimidating, there was an air of openness about Howard, and I asked her to look through my sketchbook one day and tell me what she thought. Some would say after that it was history. I took refuge in her classroom, where I fell. I had infinity at my fingertips, free access to supplies, and her admiration and support. I learned that an artist can be whatever they please, a title that allowed men to appreciate the softer and harder things of life alike.

One of the letters she sent.

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I was lucky to spend 7-12 with you, Miss howard you have made your mark on me.

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