It was actually a little better to know that someone actually cared about me. Most of my thoughts throughout that month had been very depressing and unemotional. I honestly thought for a while that this might be the end of me and I knew Gaboury knew what I was thinking all month long, I was a different person and he saw that. Every day for about a week, I sat in the back corner of Gaboury's classroom and tried to figure out what was wrong with me, why I couldn't physically do anything or even think clearly. After that week, in every class, Gaboury would start the class and he would set up a desk near me and sit down with me, he would break down all the work and even start slowly by asking me to just write my name on the paper and sometimes it was too much. I remember being so stressed and panicked when I had to do more and more and when I was stressed he would just say, "look at me", I would say, "Relax, I'm not going anywhere and we let's do it. do this together, your light is dim, not out, and we will shine it. “I worked slowly with him during class, at lunch and after school on all my school subjects. Took me 2 hours to complete a single math sheet. Every day we worked harder and