I know that we have all had our share of favorite teachers in the past during our time in school. I loved all of my teachers but one of my teachers really changed me and will always be my favorite. I am not going to say who it is but I will say that he is a great teacher and I am so glad to have had the chance to learn something from him.
I don't think that I can ever thank all of my teachers enough for what they did for me. I took it all for granted, all the extra help they gave me when they could've gone home, all the patience that they had, it all paid off in the end and I didn't even say thank you. The minute I got my diploma I was out the door, ready to be done with high school. I never stopped to thank all of my teachers from kindergarten all the way up to senior year who helped me get where I am now. The only teacher that I actually thanked was my favorite teacher. He only started working at my high school my junior year but those two years were so amazing and fun, thanks to him. From the moment I met my new teacher I knew he was different from the other teachers. He was so honest, he knew that there would be mistakes, on his side and ours, but he never yelled or made you feel like you weren't doing a good job. Sometimes I felt like he was more of a friend than a teacher. I never felt that way with any other teacher, that comfortable feeling where you could tell them anything. I never felt awkward or scared to ask him anything because I knew that he would be straight with me and help me whenever I needed it.
Not only did he help me but he let me help him. He let me have responsibilities that no one else ever had like he always trusted me with his keys or if he needed to go out and buy something, I was always the one who he would ask. He trusted me not to mess it up and get things done. I like to think that he helped me become more responsible and efficient when it came to my life. I might have been somewhat of a teachers pet but I really didn't care because if I was helping the teacher than I was ultimately helping the class and that made me feel good. I just felt like I had to help in any way that I could because he was so new to the whole teaching thing and if I could scratch a couple of things off his list then maybe he wouldn't have to work so hard. I also really liked having power, like being in charge was something that I liked so when he left me to do that stuff it made me feel super important.
The last thing he did was he never left anyone out. Everyone was included, he made sure of that. Whatever we did, he made sure that we thought of every person before we made a decision. He would stay at school as long as he needed to if even one person needed his help. He would get up at four in the morning to drive an hour to school, just so he could be there in the morning if anyone needed something. He even worked in a different school in our district and still he managed to come back to the high school for the end of the day to be there for his students. He was dedicated and kind which some people took advantage of. I am glad I never did but I felt bad when people would do that because no teacher wants to work hard and not get anything in return.
He was, and still is, my favorite teacher and I cant thank him enough. I cant thank all of my teachers enough for the work they put in to make sure I turned out like I did. Sometimes I think back to my junior year when I had a new teacher and I think about what he said. He said to my class that he will be honest with us if we are honest with him, he was going to make mistakes and that's okay, as long as we all make mistakes together and then fix them together. From then on I knew he was going to be a good teacher and an amazing person to look up to, and I have never doubted him since.
