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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DallasFanForever" data-source="post: 410167" data-attributes="member: 13221">I once had a teacher we’ll call Miss M. Now let me start by saying I never had a teacher I didn’t like, so Miss M was in rare company where my heart was concerned. I couldn’t stand her. Actually no one could from what I would hear. Even most of the parents didn’t like her. I was never the creative type so when she had us making wreaths and candles at Christmas time I wasn’t very enthused. It showed, of course, and unfortunately it showed to Miss M. She took her Christmas artistic activities very seriously while I didn’t and we had some words more than once. But it went far beyond that. We clashed on field trips when she told me I sang too loud on the bus, chastised me in front of everyone when I forgot to put my name on my lunch, bla bla bla. One time she told me my shoes were too loud when I walked in her class or something to that effect. Another time she told me I acted to innocent when she was accusing me of something I didn’t even do, which to me kind of proves I was, I don’t know, like innocent or something? Still, my grades were terrific despite my unhappiness that entire school year. They were so good that one month I received the Student of the Month Award. The best part was Miss M had to pin it on me in front of the whole school in the auditorium. I’ll never forget what she whispered to me after she pinned the award on my chest. “Don’t screw this up now or I’ll take it away from you.”  I pondered telling my mom about her comment but I didn’t. Like most parents my mom wasn’t very fond of Miss M either cause she had already told her that I was “a very nervous child.” So knowing my mom was already on my side there was no need to repeat what had been said to me now. I would just deal with Miss M my own way. To make things even worse was Miss M lived not even three miles from my house growing up. We’d see her all the time driving by or walking around the neighborhood. One week when I was struggling with math she even threatened to stop by the house. Of course she never did but that was always in the back of my mind. We didn’t own a shovel and this was about 15 years before Google was around so I was running out of ways to get rid of her. Needless to say, I made it through the school year somehow. Good grades have a way of curing a lot of problems when it comes to teachers and their students. When the next school year began, I couldn’t be happier. Still, I would see Miss M in the hallways once in awhile. She’d give me a little smirk, almost a smile which for her was rare. We never talked again but when I did see her it actually felt quite different. It felt like she had actually grown to respect me. Maybe she secretly did like me all that time and just pushed me a little harder than the others as some teachers do, I don’t know, but every time I saw her in those halls later on her smirks would always feel like some kind of nod of approval. It was like she was saying “good job” without having to actually say it. Of course I look back on it now and realize I was probably wrong. I could’ve handled things differently. I didn’t make her job any easier sometimes with my conduct and I tested her more than once. I think about Miss M an awful lot as I get older though. I didn’t get it then but I do now, and maybe the world needs more people like Miss M nowadays.</blockquote>

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