I wish I had known on the first day of school just how much you would teach me about journalism, myself and my future.

Stobbe you were the sole reason for my motivation throughout school. As I lost my favorite teachers and watched them move away, you stayed a constant encouragement. The Feather and your crazy mind kept me from breezing through high school like everyone else.

You pushed me to my limits and made me feel insane. For months I stayed up late, meeting and surpassing your expectations.

Stobbe you’re the most inspirational teacher I’ve ever had, and probably ever will have. You put four years of work into me, and I won’t let you down.

Just like my parents will see their finished product when I move away, so will you. Now that you’ve done your job, it’s time for mine.

These last four years have been grand. We visited New York, Seattle, Disneyland and San Diego. We taught classes, won awards and even met famous people. You gave me more opportunities than an average kid could dream of having.

But rather than the big things, I’ll remember the small lessons you taught me. That when I’m too stressed it’s okay to get wheeled around the room, even if I think there’s no time. New things are scary, but also very cool. And Twitter isn’t just for morons.

This next year will bring be changes for me and you. And I hope that you never lose your inspiration to inspire. There will always be a freshman, eager to learn from you. Don’t give up now because you’ll always be a teacher.

You mean more to me than any other teacher, Stobs. I can’t wait to return in a few years to make you proud of the student and person you helped create.

I love you, Stobbe. Write on!

This writer can be reached via Twitter: @TyninFries. Follow The Feather via Twitter: @thefeather. She will attend the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and Mass Communication and Barrett, the Honors College, at Arizona State University.

For more senior reflections, read the May 20 article, Senior overcomes struggles, builds confidence.