Last year, my health teacher out of nowhere randomly stopped me in the hallway and started to say how she just finished reading a book that “called out to her” and made her think of me immediately. She told me I had to read it. When I got around to finding a summary I discovered it’s about an overachieving, ivy-league bound high school senior who has an eating disorder. The next day, I go up to her and tell her, “just so you know I’m not bulimic or anorexic.” Her response: “Honey, I never said that, but it seems like you’re struggling with personal issues and I’m always here for you.” That bitch.
It was a very tough year professionally for me and I thought about leaving teaching. Your visit several weeks back renewed my spirit and belief in what I do. Then, to receive your beautifully written letter, it cemented that this is where I’m meant to be!
A letter from my teacher.
My heart dropped to my knees when I read the first line. I could never imagine how my favorite teacher could ever stop teaching. She was always the teacher who would be smiling as you walked into class; who made everything you learned interesting; who gave you a hug if you were down; and who always were there to talk to you. Her impact on me was far greater than the fourth grade, and I always thought she realized how much she meant to her students. Knowing that simply just visiting her helped her realize she was meant to be a teacher makes me extremely happy and grateful that I did.
I came back from visiting my fourth grade teacher, and I had a great time talking to her class and catching up with her. It was nice seeing her for most likely the last time before I leave for college. Although it was good seeing her, what stood out today was how literally crazy teachers got once the last bus left the school. As soon as all the teachers waved by, and the school year was officially over, the teachers went insane. They:
Screamed out the top of their lungs
Shouted like the won the lotto
Danced up and down the hallways
Freak, even one of them did a damn cart wheel!
Never knew teachers could be so excited for the last day of school more than the students hahaa
Today I was passing by my old elementary school with my friend, and I got a random urge to see my old fourth grade teacher who I haven’t seen since I graduated in fifth grade. I walked in, waited in the lobby for school to end, and started walking to her class. I was so nervous she wouldn’t remember me since I haven’t seen her in over seven years. Immediately when she saw me, she screamed “WILLIE!!” and hugged me. I was so relieved she instantly recognized me (most people don’t since I was super short and wore glasses up to 9-10th grade). We talked for a little while about how time past so fast; how much people changed; how much the town changed; everything. She even mentioned how she always mentions me to her classes, which put a smile on my face. When she asked where I was going next year, she screamed in happiness and had tears in her eyes when I said Yale. I had to leave early since I had work, but before she left she told me she would love for me to come back to talk to her students. I always wanted to talk to other students from my town of all ages to hopefully persuade them to motivate themselves to succeed so I immediately said yes. Although I doubt I’ll make a difference, I think it’s a great way to show young students in my town that despite the struggles we face, we can achieve our goals if we push our self to success. As I left, we hugged once more and I told her it was great seeing her again, it made my day. She replied with “seeing and hearing about what you’ve done made my year.“
I love how random impulses can lead to such great moments :]