To My Teachers,
It’s funny how large of an impression my teachers have left upon my life. Sure, you taught me facts, you taught me how to study, and you taught me how to stay organized. However, you also taught me other much more important things. You taught me to love learning. You never gave up on me, or my classmates, regardless of how frustrating we could be. You always took a deep breath and pushed forward because you knew that one day the work you did would make a difference.
Maybe you aren’t told this often enough, but without you, I wouldn’t be the strong, confident woman I am today. You made me believe in myself, when I felt that I was at my lowest. You gave me confidence in more ways than one. By acknowledging my perseverance, intelligence, creativity, ability, and personality, you showed me that I was really worth something, even when I felt absolutely worthless.
I guess what I’m saying is, thank you. Thank you for keeping my spirits up when I needed it the most. Thank you for spending extra time with me so I could understand, not only the material in your class, but myself better. Thank you for each late night you spent working, unpaid, not sleeping, to get things done to better my educational experience. Thank you for being one of the biggest stepping stones in the path of my professional career.
You also offered something that many others didn’t during school: genuine support and unfailing friendships. You were an open, unjudging ear. You always knew what to do or say, even when it came to problems with parents. You always seemed to know the best way to handle difficult situations, and you were eager to help students in any way you possibly could.
Most of all, everyone can tell, you genuinely love what you do. Your passion is unfailing, and your kindred spirit is evident in your unwillingness to give up on any student, even the “problem” ones.
Thank you for deciding to shape mine, and many others’ future. Thank you for guiding us in the right direction, being there for us when having support was crucial, and most of all, thank you for deciding to be a teacher.
I guess that’s what saying goodbye is always like, jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you’re in the air, there’s nothing you can do about it. And that’s when you learn to fly.