To The Teacher Who Taught Me More

To The Teacher Who Taught Me More

I can never give back to you what you've given to me.

Guess who it is?!

I just wanted to write this to say thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for me over the years. I would not have been able to make it through my high school years without you there with me, always watching out for me.

Math was never my strong subject, I was more into writing and history than I ever was into math. However, yours was the first math class that I ever looked forward to attending. You didn't just teach math. You didn't write on the board and lecture us about the right angles and remembering the sides of the triangles when referring to sine, cosine, and tangent, you involved us in class. You worried about us. If we ever needed anything at all, you were right there. If someone was struggling, you supported them, no matter what was going on. You were always the ear right there to listen to us whenever we had a problem, no matter how big or small. I can't thank you enough for that.

Going through the struggle I was facing before finally being diagnosed with depression and anxiety, I often felt like the world was crashing down around me and all I had the ability to do was watch. Every day when I went to school, I struggled. I didn't want to be around people or look at anyone or even bee up and moving at that point. Whenever I was having a rough time, exhausted from existing that day, I could come to your class and just vent and get away from everything at that moment.

You were like a father to me while I was at school. No matter if I was in your class or if I was just walking down the hallway, you were there for me whenever I needed you and made that quite clear. The fact that you would volunteer your time for me to make sure that I was healthy and happy helped me to realize that I was good enough to seek out treatment for my illness. Before you had shown me that spending time on me was acceptable, I didn't see myself as worthy enough to seek out treatment. I thought it wasn't bad enough and there were people out there that had it far worse than me, but you showed me that I did deserve to get treatment and that my problems were valid.

I honestly cannot thank you enough for everything you've done for me over the years. You've taught me so much more than just how to regurgitate information back onto a test. You taught me that I am worth something and I can never repay you for that.

Your pseudo-daughter,

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For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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