Hi, my name was Krissy Archer.  I’ve been married for five years at this point and that doesn’t even feel like who I am any more.  I’m Krissy Gibbs.  I’m a much happier person than I was.  This year for NaNoWriMo I am finally getting around to writing about my childhood.  I’m a survivor of incest and rape.  Some of that was happening while I was your student.  Right now I’m writing about when I was in Fisher and I was looking through the year book.  You signed it: Krissy– Hope you enjoyed my class a little.  Your hard work is appreciated.  Keep it up.  Have fun.

I’m sure that was a fairly standard thing for you to write.  I think I was in your first year of teaching.  You were a good teacher.  You let me spend a lot of time in your room.  Teachers like you gave me a haven from a pretty horrifying life.  I taught high school for three years before I had kids.  Reading your inscription in the yearbook made me think of all the times I wrote similar things on the yearbooks of students when I had other things I wanted to say.  The professional boundary is an interesting one.

I’m curious if you remember anything about me.  I no longer have any contact with anyone in my biological family.  I am trying to write down everything I possibly can about my life.  I feel horrified by the idea that if I died there is no one in the world who can tell my children anything about my life before I met their dad.  So I’m trying to write it all down.  But my memories are all bad.  It’s hard for me to remember anything positive.  I was wondering if you did.

Krissy Gibbs

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I’m a big fan of people wanting something different.