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Feels of the Day

Entry Number Three

Feb. 7, 2013

Dear 30 Day Diary,

            Okay, so… today I feel a kinda … bumped. It’s nothing much really. I just want a new video game. I’ve just finished Beyond: Two Souls and may I say, it is an awesome game! I’m gonna start playing it again soon, hoping to get a new ending since there are A LOT of endings. I also started playing Kingdom Hearts. I only have one reason for that and that is because my sister forced me to. But, I guess it’s a pretty good game. It’s just something that doesn’t really suite my taste. I also have The Last of Us. I really really want to play it, but my aiming sucks balls and I don’t have health kits left. Lastly, I also have Diablo III. I completed the game back then, but I’m replaying it in Nightmare Mode. It’s pretty cool since I’m a monk and all. Oh, and fuck Tyrael. He never helped in defeating Diablo.

            Two months ago, I saw this game called Deadpool. I saw PewDiePie play the game and it was hilarious and, the best game for me. I really wanted to get it but it was so expensive.

Nevermind my obsession for games.

The school year’s almost over and I wish that it’ll come sooner. I hate doing all those papers, I hate doing the SIP, I hate the teachers, I hate the requirements… I hate everything. So much for the saying ‘High School is the most memorable years of your life.’ The person who made that quote has got to be home schooled, spoiled or lying. I don’t know anymore. Shoot me now.

Things could get better though! Shut up conscience/inner voice! No it is never going to get better. My life isn’t a storybook or movie you know.

Oh, another thing, Valentine’s Day’s coming. Gahh…

My friends have their own valentines and I’m here in Wattpad or playing video games. For me this stupid holiday is when all couples go PDA mode in public… which is something I’m not used to seeing. Plus, those cheesy quotes bout Valentine’s Day is gonna be all over my Facebook wall.

Only one thing could come out of this holiday. One, I can make fun of other people with my classmates. Two, all candies are in sale. Three, flowers are on sale too! {I love flowers okay!}

Yours truly,

Ezelle Lucienne

Wait no… not yet

The Gift Exchange 

There is the story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her fifth grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big red F at the top of his papers. 

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him, and he tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class." 

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She even felt worse when her students brought her Christmas gifts, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy brown paper that he got from a grocery store bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy stayed after school that day just to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to." After the children left, she cried at least for an hour. 

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach the children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets". 

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher that he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher that he had ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she still was the best and favorite teacher that he ever had in his whole life. 

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he had got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher that he ever had. But now his name was a little longer- the letter was signed, Theodore F.Stoddard, M.D. 

The story doesn't end there, you see. There was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did, and guess what? She wore the bracelet, the one with the rhinestones missing. And she made sure that she wore the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. 

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson whispered back, with tears in her eyes "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." 

Wherever we go and whatever we do, we have the opportunity to touch a person's life and make a difference!

{Credits to the owner of the story above~}