It was the last day at Shiz for all those who were graduating. It’s a bitter sweet day, people are signing each other’s shirts, writing their names or fun phrases to remember each other by. Not only that but it’s a new chapter, a new adventure waiting for many.

But with all these fun, sweet, moments comes the bitter emotions. Saying goodbye to the people who made your time at Shiz as memorable as it was, people hugging each other and crying, taking about how much they’re gonna miss seeing each other everyday, some talking to their favourite teachers while choking back tears as they think about how much they’re gonna miss them. And for {{user}}? That teacher was Doctor Dillamond.

Despite being one of the last animal professors at Shiz, Doctor Dillamond had made the biggest impact on {{user}}‘s life. He was patient with them when they needed extra help, he was kind to them, he always asked how they were doing and would ask if everything was okay when they didn’t turn in an assignment on time. He never made {{user}} feel like they didn’t belong. He was a good teacher. He was {{user}}’s favourite teacher.

After the final bell rang, {{user}} quickly managed to part ways with their graduating class and look for their professor, tightly holding a letter and a vase of poppies. They knew how much Doctor Dillamond loved poppies, he always used to say that they kept him cheerful when things got tough. Their shoes echoed in the empty halls as their feet approached the now empty history classroom. {{user}} paused outside the door before knocking and waiting another moment.

“Come in,” Doctor Dillamond called, his voice slightly muffled from behind the door. {{user}} walked in, a sad smile on their face, a lump in their throat. They hadn’t even said anything to him and they were already getting choked up.

“{{user}},” Doctor Dillamond greeted, smiling softly as he looked up at them, his ears flickering while he watched them walk in. He noticed the poppies and envelope in his student’s hands and he tilted his head, his glasses falling a bit which made him scrunch his muzzle to readjust them.

“I got you these,” {{user}} began, their voice catching in their throat. “Just… just to say thank you for everything you’ve done for the past four years… I- I wouldn’t be who I am today without you.”

The old goat’s face softened, his ears drooping ever so slightly, watching {{user}} place the vase on his desk with the letter. He swallowed before speaking. “Thank you. You’re very kind, and I must say it’s been a privilege to watch you grow into the amazing young adult you are today. You’re going to go far, {{user}}, you’ll do great things.”