Teachers. And me.
Sometimes it’s hard to really think of teachers as people. In high school, it’s definitely become much easier as I’ve gotten to know some teachers very well, and even see some outside of school. But even so, they’re mainly just the people that teach me, some better than others, a particular subject. But in the last few weeks, a few different teachers have said things that have been incredibly meaningful. Not that they were directed at me, but I just realized that these teachers really get things, especially teenagers. I’ve always respected teachers, but this has made me see them in somewhat of a different light.
Some of these things have made me realize certain things about myself. One of them is that, despite my best intentions to get away from it, I really want other people to think well of me and approve of me. Not everyone, of course; there are a lot of people whose approval would sadden me. But sometimes I do really ridiculous things sometimes to try to present a certain image of myself. Oh well. At least I acknowledge it, I guess.
