In highschool, a lot of us were living in tragedy. Some of us came from broken homes and broken lives. For a lot of us the third floor of that building was a sanctuary. Our teachers were our friends and our guardians. They were there for us when we needed them the most. We became a family of misfits, and family looks out for eachother. Mr. Wrobel, along with all the other teachers up there, cared about us and our problems when no one else wanted to. They catered to all of us as individuals, and helped us with all of our weird problems in our unique lives. Lets raise as much as we can for Mr. Wrobel and his family. We all know that a person as great as him doesn't deserve this tragedy. Let's do everything in our power to help!

- Brittany Baumann