Dear teacher who told me I would always be average,
How are you doing? I’m okay if you are wondering. Things are hard right now but I am dealing with it. It’s been more than ten years since the last time we saw each other. How is your family? I hope they are all doing well. Are you still teaching? Do you still wear that burgundy lipstick that you use to wear to class everyday? Do you still have that hideous burgundy suit to match the burgundy lipstick? Do you teach your students that no matter how hard they try they will always be average? But anyway, I’m in college now. Yeah, this is my second year and I’m loving every second of it. I’ve learned so much about myself since I’ve been here. Do you still remember my face? A lot of people say I’ve changed, but I just think it’s my facial hair. Do you remember the conversation you had with my mom about be? You told her how average I was, and how I would always be average. I wonder if you tell your children the same thing. I wonder if your mother told you the same thing growing up. I wonder if I’ll ever see you again to thank you. Also, to tell you how grateful I am that you told my mom how average I was because ever since you told her those kind words my mom has did nothing but encourage me to not listen to any negative words from anyone, even my teachers. She also told me that I was far from average. Far from your typical human being. She showered me with love, something I felt you must have been missing at the time you told my mom those harsh words. I think about you everyday. You are my little motivational speaker, believe or not. Have you ever heard the phrase, “Haters are your motivators”? Those words have been pushing me to fight harder to prove to you that I’m far beyond average and that those kind of words should never be told to any parent about their child. I wonder are you happy. I wish you the best with everything. I pray you find happiness and I pray your children or grandchildren grow up with the proper encouragement that is suppose to be given to a child. I also pray one day when you turn on your TV you will see me. You will see that child that you called average. The one that you felt would be nothing other than average and when you do see me on your television I hope you change the channel. I hope guilt hurts you like those words you told my mother hurt me at the time. All in all, I am happy. I am thankful. I am not average. One day when I do have kids I will let them know that this woman is the reason your father is successful and I proceed to tell me kid that they are beyond average.
