Unsaid

Last year my freshman year, my creative writing class teacher would tell us to keep a little journal with us and write it down when something interesting happened or we had any sudden ideas that we might forget later on the day. I did mine as assigned, maybe sometimes rushing through when she was checking them, but I was sure I wanted the grade. 

Eventually, she stopped checking the notes after a while, and so did I, but now, a year later, I got a new mini notebook and am writing again, just this time she isn’t my teacher anymore… I sometimes see her in the hallways and wave to her, hoping she would do the same, but either way, I’m always happy to see her; someone who brought change to my life this much, to be honest, I think everyone you meet is a teacher to you in different ways, regardless of age, rank, and gender, they leave something to you if nothing at least a memory.

There are a lot of movies about good teachers and how they change students’ lives, but some are secret heroes to some, only known by their students, and can the same teacher in the same class be someone else’s hated teacher? Chances are, so and so it’s a two-sided bridge for the teacher to be someone’s hero or villain and for the student to change the teacher into better or worse…

–Thought to me by those everyday simple sentences journaled every day.