So, I just returned home from a celebration with my high school class. I don’t think I will miss those people as most of my years spent there I have been bullied by them… but after a drink or two I thought about how much I actually liked my Spanish teacher.
She tried to understand and help me (to an extent) when she realized I have bad anxiety and other mental health problems. She didn’t try to push me too hard but she also didn’t make me feel completely worthless. I never thought about it so much… but I truly will miss her. I won’t miss the majority of the people I met there, but she will stay there, on the good side.
To be honest my experience with this school is mostly negative, so I am happy there is a bit of something positive to hold onto. She offered me a hug when I was leaving. I was probably never happier about getting a hug. I thanked her for all those years she spent with and went home with a good feeling inside. It’s good to know that at least one of those teachers somehow cared about me, because most of them made comments about me whenever they got the chance to as well as my classmates. Moral of the story, or a message for the beautiful soul reading this: Remember that even if you think nobody cares, there is someone out there who does, you might just not know about it.
