thank my past teachers

Two in particular. In summer 2003, after I graduated from my first college, they took a group of students up to Quetico in Canada for a week of intense paddling. It was a week I will never forget. As I fell asleep on a beach underneath the shimmering northern lights, we talked about life and I thought about how wimpy the other students were for needing a tent when there was a perfectly safe beach just asking to be slept on.

When I look back at the professors I’ve had, I realize that those two were responsible for more changes in me than any others. I haven’t seen them since that August. It’s really time I write them a thank-you.

Teacher of English. Four years ago. Or is it five? She knows how to laugh at herself, and that is a Great Lesson.

teacher of History, second year. A doctor in law who gave amazing lectures. Taught me how to make notes. Now, I can take down almost everything what is being said, literally. Thank you, doctor.

teacher of Spanish in my first year of secondary school. She must be dead, she should have been dead by then, she was nearly 103 years old, lol. I want to thank her because she believed in me, she made me feel that I was the best at Spanish, and that’s why I keep on study my language, after so many years. With her, I learnt to love syntax.

For me it was the teachers that I didn’t appreciate at the time that I think I need to thank the most. I had some very strict ones when I was young, teachers who I hated, and I always thought they hated me as well. Now with time I’ve begun to realise that the high standards they had for me, and unforgiving treatment has helped me immeasurably. I never got along with most of my teachers, I felt I was being treated more harshly by many of them, but those are the ones that deserve the most thanks.

although I know many of my past teachers are dead (yes, I’m old) But anyway, I need to thank:

my teacher of 3rd grade, Miss Celia, who got to be the vice-director of my school and whenever she saw me she patted my head saying my name with affection. She liked having me at her desk making rhymes (she told me a word and I had to rhyme it.
She never tired. Me neither)

One of my teachers of 4th grade, Miss Stella, who was GREAT and taught me how to study.

Well, my 1st grade teacher, also a Celia, who, although I cannot remember her properly, disappeared during the military government, so I have to thank her for wanting a better country for everyone of us.

And for now, that’s it. I’ll come later. (I have to go)

If I was a teacher, I’d want to know that.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.
- William Shakespeare