Eighteen years have gone by. We reunited in her classroom - which was my old French class room. I think the last time I was in Butler High School was back 2006 for a play my brother was in. This time it felt surreal to be in the halls again, with a very dystopian energy. Only about 30% of the student body was attending class due to Covid-19. We spent about 2 hours catching up while I set up and made her portrait. It felt like I came right back to class after a long weekend. We talked about everything, from whats going on in our lives to the state of the world. She told me that she still refers to my three friends and I as "the rabble rabble boys." If a former student sees her in public, her wife will ask if they are one of the rabble rabble boys. Some quick backstory: When the class would get unruly - we as a group would often shout "RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE!" throwing our hands in the air. We were all class clowns, but we still did our class work while being unapologetically ourselves. She allowed us a lot of freedom that is no longer typically found in a high school classroom. I am forever thankful she was my teacher. I can only think of a few teachers in my life that have made the impact that she did.