Ms. Butler, was hands down my favorite, and the most influential person I've ever had the great pleasure of knowing. I hate that I missed the memo of her passing and therefore missed the funeral. I am just now hearing of her passing and it is taking me for an extremely emotional trip down memory lane. I had Ms. Butler for one semester my sophomore year for intro to cosmetology, where she told us all many times that if cosmetology was not the career that we wanted that we should not elect for her class our junior year and save the space for someone who does want cosmetology to be their profession, she also told us that she did not like for us to skip a year so if we did not sign up for her class for junior year then don't waste our time signing up for senior year she didn't word it exactly like that she had her own better way with words to get her points across about things she really needed us to understand. Unfortunately, I was not the most responsible student and I failed to register for my electives until the fall of my junior year which they're supposed to be done, I want to say, in the spring of sophomore year anyhow needless to say there was no more room in Ms.Butler's class for me my junior year by the time I had registered. It didn't take long for word to get around to me. Ms. Butler was asking about, and looking for me, she was not happy. I began to avoid the vocational hallway because I did not want to run into her. I was ashamed that I had been so irresponsible about registering, if you knew me in school you knew cosmetology had my heart. I was good, and Ms. Butler saw that in me. I avoided her for my entire junior year. When it came time to register for my senior electives, since she put so much emphasis on her not liking us to skip a year, I didn't dare sign up for her class. But Miss Butler never gave up on me, she believed in me so much so that she went to my guidance counselor herself, they both came to get me out of my homeroom class one day in about my second or third week of my senior year. I was so nervous on the walk down to the guidance office where we had a little sit down the first thing was Butler did was turn to me with tears in her eyes and say "Brittani, why aren't you in my class this year??" I admitted to being just plain irresponsible. I had thought she was mad, but the sad look in her eyes almost immediately turned to relief. She wasn't mad at me, she was disappointed in herself she thought she had let me down in some kind of way and that I didn't want to come back to her class. And just as quick as the sad look turned to relief the relieved look turned desperate as she turned to my guidance counselor and began to plea my case. Counselor said she would have to talk to other school administrators and get it approved. She walked me back to class we talked the whole way. I felt honored to have those few minutes alone with her, she was my role model, I wanted to be just like her. I was her biggest fan and in the second part of this tribute I'll share how she became mine. Hate to leave y'all hanging but I have some hair to style😊