Odd thoughts on people who matterb

[karanguni]

Sudden urge to go back to my old school, attach myself to my teachers, and never let go. These people have changed my life in ways they - and I - can't even imagine. What I am is 50% part of what they made me. The rest is just what I did with that 50% in the time that's come after. How do I ever say good-bye to these people, now that some of the really important ones are leaving? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't compute. They've change the course of my life; it seems illogical to just float on.

Tell me your stories, guys? Who has changed your lives? Did you keep in touch afterwards, if you parted ways? Or did you keep quiet, your silence your sort of tribute? What did you say? Anon comments, as always, are on. ♥

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[glass_icarus]

ooh, teachers. *g* this one's kind of a tough call. in my freshman year at college i did go back and visit a couple of times, but after that life got busy, and i heard at least one of my favorite teachers retired, etc. etc. :\ sometimes i wish i had kept in touch a little bit more, but every time i think i ought to send them an email one of these days, i sit there and there's too much to say. so i just don't say anything. not the best of solutions, maybe, but i've never been the best at keeping in contact with people. (i have maybe two, three friends from high school that i still email/facebook from time to time.)

\o/ i don't know. maybe one of these days, i'll write them again: not even all of the teachers i loved, but just-- the ones who changed my life/my thinking the most. i expect i still have time to figure that out...

[jolantru]

I had a teacher in Primary Six who came up to me and gave me a new journal. She was my form teacher and I respected her a lot. That day, she met me on the stairs when I was making my way down.

"Wait here." She said and I was curious and worried. I mean, more reprimands? Nagging?

Then she came back with a new journal. She gave it to me. "Write," she said. "Always remember to write."

This advice/memory has hung on, merged into my inner landscape for a long time now. It is part of me, part of who I am.