To my "school son". I can NOT believe I am posting on this site for you. My heart is broken and, like many, I am in shock. I want you to know, as I have said directly to you, that I am proud of you. You may have had your moments but your HEART was always to do right. You were always a KIND YOUNG MAN. Thank YOU for always showing me nothing but respect. Whenever I told you to do something (in my New York tone) you would look at me and say "ok Mama Ferg or I hear ya"...or you would just give that LOOK and move along. I still remember your speech you gave. We were ALL so proud of you. I don't understand why life had to release you so soon. But I am grateful that God allowed our paths to cross. I thank God that I was BLESSED and HONORED to have you as a student and to call you one of my "school sons". Now you are forever a part of my heart eternally. I can't say my heart is not broken because it is. Me, the other teachers and administrators who TRULY LOVED YOU will CONTINUE to speak of you. I hope I have the chance to love on your son as my way of extending my love for you. I am scheduled to be on the road headed home to New York during the time of your service. But hopefully, I will stop by on my way out for your wake. O'darius, students like YOU are the reason WHY I wanted to teach and remained in the profession. Every time I feel frustrated and think about walking away and giving up....I will think of you. I love you my school son. Rest in peace......
Forever...the "one and only" teacher you will NEVER FORGET!! (I said this to you and every other student.
NEW YORK IN THE HOUSE (remember this??).
Dr. Rhonda Mama Ferguson
Cleveland High School
