There are many people that have a special place in my heart. But there is one teacher that means so much to me that I will never forget for sure. Why will you ask? Well, because he was the only one that believed in me.
His name was Mr. Smith and he was my math teacher for my last middle school year. Till then, I was sure that I would fail my exam that year because I was the worst at math. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. The weird thing was that I loved math and I sometimes spend spent hours to find out more about it. But when at school, everything was like a foreign language. It was hard to even do simple things because I knew I would make a mistake. From the first grade, I was told over and over math wasn’t for me (in other words, I sucked at it).
So, 8th grade came with a lot of stress. The first class was math and I was surprised to do not see my teacher but a man in his thirties with a big smile. He had his hair cut short and as dark as his eyes. But even so, his look was kind. He wore casual clothes, which was weird for my school where the dress code was absurdly strict. He didn’t seem the intimidating teacher type we were sadly all too familiar with. I was so glad because I never understood anything from my previous ones and for the first time in a long time, I had some faith maybe something will was going to improve. We were waiting to start with some problems like always, but the teacher started to ask us or our names and what we like things about our hobbies. It was the first time a teacher seemed curious about us. Usually, they just taught and that was it. The others were confused but started to tell him things that they loved. Then it was my turn. I didn’t know what to say, so I just answered ”science” It was true. I loved science but I was sure he knew my grades and probably thought I was lying. But he just smiled and told me to explain. I looked and Mr Smith and started talking about how passionate I was about physics and all the abstract concepts about dark energy and multiverses. He just smiled widely. And from that point on, I wasn’t scared anymore and with every test, I felt more and more confident. Mr Smith didn’t point out my mistakes in front of the class like my previous teacher. He helped me to understand what I didn’t.
That year I worked hard only to make my teacher proud. And I did. No one thought I would be able to even pass that exam but I did and with a great grade too. Everything because Mr Smith told me I can could do it and helped me when I needed it the most. And I will forever remember the teacher with dark hair but the brightest smile for that.

it's ok to give his name, rather than just Smith

Last edited by galactic_traveler (2019-03-25 20:52:13)