Through the Living Hope

So something I just remembered 

When I was in, like, first, third grade - somewhere in there - I wrote a poem with quotes like “I’m so sad” and “No one should ever feel like this” yadda yadda. I was just sad to be in a different class than my best friend

The teacher, however, thought I was depressed 

I remember going to the counselor, don’t remember what we talked about, and I was just thinking “Oh, so this is what this room is like. Cool!”

The office called my parents to make sure everything was fine at home (it was and still is)

Somehow my kindergarten teacher caught wind of the situation and said “[Spark]’s fine. That’s just how they write.”