Last Monday I was told Ms. Scott was in the hospital and it didn't look good. It fucked up my entire week. Ms. Scott is larger than life, the best English teacher I ever had. From the time I first walked into Pearl-Cohn Comprehensive/Business Magnet High School two things were absolutely certain: I had to get back to California as soon as I graduated and I had to survive Mama Scott's class to make that happen. My strategy was to be silent and excel, but Ms. Scott wasn't having that. She came for me, told me when I was a 10th grader that she was waiting for me. When I finally got to her class she called me out regularly. She threw me off the cliff that was my comfort zone, and then caught me at the bottom. She forced me to shine when I was trying to down play my abilities. She taught me not to hide my talents, but not to rest on them either. I'll always be grateful for her. She taught all of us how to be ...