Creative Writing August 2022

Teachers

     I always despised the school system and I never really clicked with the teachers with little exceptions. For me, school felt like a recycled status quo repeating what was relevant many decades ago. School hasn't followed the development of science nor has reached today's requirements of society. To receive a better education you have to go to a private school, only if you can afford it, it's not available for everyone. Even the building of the school feels like it doesn't host students that are formal citizens of a civilized country. It's an institution of horrors that under-prepares kids for what they're going to experience. I'm convinced that school trains people that are highly competitive and bloodthirsty to have better grades thinking that's it's the only way to climb that success ladder.
    My escape through this madness was my art teacher, Mr George. Except from what my school "provided" me, I wanted to take separately art classes. My parents after a lot of whining agreed that I could take lessons, even for once a week.
   Meeting Mr George for the first time was life changing. I even thought he was 20 years old when I met him. Wearing his mask his face looked very youthful. I couldn't believe he was 42 years old with a mustache.
    He was always caring with me and very funny. He was tall, brunette with curls and some blonde little hairs, he had brown eyes and he was really tall. He was always stylish and wore clothes that he had designed by himself, which was impressive. Once he gave me one of the pins he had made, so nice of him. His voice sounded youthful and energetic. His tender aura and kind spirit made his presence so delightful. His advice were always spot on and very helpful. His chuckle was sweet and his movements while drawing were like he was performing a choreography. The delicate way he was holding the pen, the way he was moving his torso to move back to see better the painting and then move on to correct more of it was awesome to watch. With one line he would do the painting would be looking way better than before. His encouraging words were what kept me going. He barely got mad with someone. Such a pure soul.
    I always looked forward to see him after a hard day at school or after a lesson with my tutors. I loved this man more than anything and wanted to become better and better because of him.
   No matter the age difference he could communicate perfectly with us and make the lesson so fun. Unlike other teaches he was patient and never used bad words to express jusdgememt.
   Even his colleagues, meaning the other teacher were great people. Mr Dimitris was amazing as well but I didn't take classes with him. He was lovely and knew a lot about music. We had a lot of similarities. He always remembered me and came from other classes to congratulate me about my paintings. I should devote something for him too one day! Ohh miss Joanna. Her too. She was magnificent. Talent, pretty, so young but had achieved so much. She was so kind with me. Her beauty is unbelievable. Her style is adorable. She's so perfect and as encouraging as Mr George. (and Mr Dimitris ofc no shit)
    I pray everyday for this people to be well and healthy. ❤️