Learning to trust: My journal

After the War

 Friday, Novemeber 8, 2019

 Today at school we had a remembrance day assembly in which I sang in a mass choir. We sang the song "After the War" which is such a beautiful song. It was also one of my former choir teacher, Mrs. G's, favourite songs. She would always cry when we sang it and now we did it without her. It felt so strange seeing Mrs. Dyck (my new choir teacher) conducting us where Mrs. G would've been. Mrs. Dyck was even wearing a very similar outfit to what Mrs. G would've worn. All these memories flooded back of concerts and rehearsals. It made me miss Mrs. G all over again. 

 I realized today that no matter how much I love having Mrs. Dyck as a teacher (she is such an amazingly silly, slightly scatter brained, loving teacher. She even calls us her kids and says she loves us almost everyday) Mrs. G will be forever my favourite choir teacher. I will never forget what Mrs. G did for us. She set the foundation for us. She gave us a chance to be us. No one can ever be like her. Mrs. Dyck also holds a special place in my heart. She is quirky like Mrs. G and actually says a lot of things that make me think of Mrs. G. She always has to go to the bathroom between class because she drinks so much juice and water, just like Mrs. G. She complains about how sore she is because she just did weights at the gym, just like Mrs. G. 

 I thank God that he brought us Mrs. Dyck. She cares for us and makes us feel special. I'm thankful that she doesn't change how we do things and wants to honor Mrs. G just like we do. I love her so much, just like I love Mrs. G. Mrs. G, we love you and will hold a special place in our hearts forever. 

 -Emmers