My mother is a high school math teacher who teaches juniors and seniors. The other day a student slept in her class, and she asked the student to write a note of explanation. This is that note.

Lots of things make me sad about this note, but one thing brings me joy. Because this student voiced a cry for help, “all I wanna do it give up,” a referral to counseling was made and the student will get some help.

Loving people enough to hold them responsible for their actions can lead to change.