I learned today that today was your last day at our school for some time. One of your teachers told me. “He’s going to alternative school,” she said, “though I don’t know if he knows it was his last day.”
I guess this means our little informal talks in the hall won’t take place for some time. I don’t know if they were helping you at all, but they were helping me. I felt that perhaps I was making a positive contribution to someone’s life — that’s very important to me. I don’t like to feel useless.
If all goes well, I’ll see you again in nine weeks. It might take you longer, since getting into trouble in alternative school simply prolongs the stay, and I worry you might not “fit in” immediately. Still, do your best to keep your cool and understand: despite all appearances, everyone at that school is there to help you. I know — it doesn’t look that way a lot of the time, but it’s true.
Your Friend in Room 302