High-school is scary, everyone's opinions differ on the subject, but at the end of the day it is. The change of hormones, the judging, the anxiety, the depression, all of the things no one warned you about are there. I thought it was gonna be hell, the homework, love life and the teachers, and for the most part I was right, except for them. They have made my classes way more fun, Algebra became my favorite subject and Spanish is tolerable now.
When the year started I was terrified, but they have taught me more than I thought I could ever learn. He taught me about life, he showed me songs and more, she taught me how to be more energetic, to always be active and even how to write stories. I appreciate both of them a lot, but I get saddened by the thought of this year ending.
You're never going to teach me ever again, I'm never going to hear your stories again, hear you put metal music that everyone hates but I immediately add on my playlist or even the quiet exercises that everyone tries to avoid. At least one of you is going to keep teaching me, until after the next grade of course. I'll always miss those fun times, specially because I've grown fond of both of you.
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These paragraphs aren't romance related, it was because I couldn't stop thinking of the fact that my favorite teacher ever isn't going to teach me ever again. I also wanted to add special moments with my second favorite teacher because she's also really special and she writes, just as I want to do in a future.
YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
Non-FictionThis book are just words that I think which I'll never be able to say. Perhaps, this will comfort people like me, people who struggle with their words.
