Day 8

(I didn’t post a Day 7– the one on Helplessness, because I decided to take part in the Weekly Writing Challenge. 😀 )

Teacher’s pet
Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?
Teacher’s pet.

It always sounds like something offensive. An insult for those kiss-ass students who suck up to their teachers and give them apples (does that still happen?).

A lot of people would say I was a teacher’s pet growing up. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I was. Since I was young, I could just relate to teachers. I respected that they taught me things (most of them patiently) and that because of them I was more learned. As I was thinking about what to write for this post, I couldn’t even narrow it down to one teacher that had changed my life so significantly because if I thought about it (and I mean really thought about it), all the teachers I’ve had growing up, have been responsible (in one way or another) for making me the person that I am today.

When I got older, I considered most teachers as my personal friends. In high school and college, I hung out with my teachers outside the school setting. Maybe I was just blessed with really cool teachers but most of the time I never had a problem with them. I’ve always preferred older friends; I have a hard time to relating to people my age (my dad says I have an old soul).

That isn’t to say that I haven’t had my share of horrible teachers. Some of them were so full of ego that every time you disagreed with something they said, you’d be treated with suspicion and bias. Some of them were good people (nice and kind, etc) but just weren’t made to teach; they were so intelligent that teaching the same thing over and over again (for different classes, for example) bored them to death and they didn’t try anymore. There were teachers who made me want to stop school. There were teachers who needed (and still need to!) to be punched in the face.

And even those awful teachers have helped me become who I am today (for better or for worse, haha!). Though I wouldn’t really like to meet some of them again, I do want to thank all of them for being a catalyst in my life; they’ve taught me how to think, how to see the world, how to act, how to stand up for myself and for others…

And a bunch of other unimportant things like swearing, and good places to get breakfasts for the hungover. Ahahaha.

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