TravelCD

Great question!

There was a teacher who stood out for me out of anyone. I adored her and even though I was getting bullied in my classes and I was offered the chance to change I refused because I knew that meant I would not be taught by her.

She was my English teacher in Year Seven, I was eleven years old and later on she was my Drama teacher and she also became head of special needs.

As someone with dyslexia, that meant I got to meet her even more.

I enjoyed her company and she helped to motivate me to do better.

I remember the first time I decided I liked her a lot and it was when I was reading the book materials under the table . I loved stories as a kid, even if it was for school, so any novel we had to read, I usually picked it up very quickly.

I then got invested and would read the book underneath the desk while our classes was going on. I wasn’t subtitle about it and I thought I would get in trouble when she talked to me about it.

But instead she was happy I was reading it and even said she didn’t mind about me reading it in class, that she liked my interest in stories.

She was always very kind and understanding with me and that made me feel like I had to try really hard because I wanted to impress her.

I remember spending a whole evening doing some homework that included drawing (not sure why since it’s was our English class) just because I wanted to impress her.

As Head of the Special needs she checked up on me and I just felt like she understood me in a way other teachers didn’t.

As someone who was bullied and literally had no friends, I would hang out in the library or IT room in my break time. It would make me feel quite horrible and at home I spent a lot of time in my room, too the point my parents got worried and actually asked my teacher, that they knew I got on with about me.

She took me aside and asked what was wrong and we had a lovely conversation about, well everything in her office and it helped motivate me and made me feel so much better.

I remember being upset when she wasn’t there at my prom even though she told me she would be there to say goodbye. Though I was never sure if she turned up and I missed her and I even remembering asking another teacher where she was, they didn’t know. Who knows, maybe she did turn up but didn’t see me, or she was ill or she forget, I suppose I will never know!

One thing I regret is not keeping in contact with her. I said I would but then there were problems in my family such as serious illnesses and I almost had surgery at one point. Before I knew it many years had gone past and I hadn’t contacted her.

I did find her on Facebook once and wrote this whole message about me thanking her and what’s been going on in my life then I chickened out and deleted the message, telling myself I’ll do it another time.

More years past and I have lost her Facebook details. Once in a while, I’ll look on Facebook to see if I can find her, to no avail.

Hopefully one day I will. ❤️