For as much time as we spend each year around our teachers, it’s surprising how little we actually appreciate them. Teachers dedicate their entire lives to helping us students grow as people, and yet all we give them in return are complaints and mean-spirited jokes. I’ve learned something from every single teacher of mine since preschool, whether it was part of the curriculum or not, and it would be wrong to overlook the significant influence these extraordinary individuals have had on shaping my life.
My eighth grade English teacher, in particular, had a profound impact on me, and I will never forget her for this. Prior to stepping into her classroom, I absolutely despised poetry. I thought that it was boring and pointless, in spite of my being such an avid fan of creative writing. Yet, she helped me recognize the value of writing poetry, revealing how it can function as a safe and effective coping method for stress and negative emotions. I’ve been writing poems ever since the day this teacher showed me how easy it is to express oneself through poetry, impromptu fragments of verses now constantly cycling through my mind. This teacher has drastically changed my life for the better, introducing me to a passion I will carry with me for the rest of my life, and I cannot thank her enough for that.