To MY students,
You were not Hugo's boys, you were not Mackintosh's boys, no. You were my boys, and my boys only. I drew inspiration from others in sculpting you, in attempting to explain why you were who you were, and in the end you were my babies. For months I have travelled with you, watching you grow from shallow children to brave young adults. You acted, you were acted upon. Heck, you tripled my participation in my drama class. I went in after class and asked the teacher if I could see the dialogues she had us do. Each pair that I designated was actually assigned one, though the only one you hear anything of is Jehan and Nate. You had m