Take a minute to think about all the things you've said and all the things you've done. If you put them all together, it all adds up to one. One moment. The moment you realize your mistakes aren't failures. They're teachers.
To the middle school English teachers that simplified Shakespearean plays to the last syllable, feeling like the same dagger of odd epiphanies.
The distinct powdery paint stained floors, acrylic smudged tables and the coffee aroma by 09:03. An art class educated by a poetic tongue, flicking through all art movements like he existed eloquently in each.
Our engineering & graphics teacher who simultaneously mothered us as her own from the isolated section of block D. In the background, a blackboard with meticulously drawn site plans of the highest precision. Her shouts were just as sharp.
To my spontaneous IT teachers that taught me how to maneuver through binary dilemmas and store any distress in random access memory.
Or to the person who found my wallet with my ID and bank cards but had no idea where my cash disappeared to.
The aloof B15 bus driver constantly arriving before the last bell, especially on rainy pastel gray days.
The far too kind Mrs Sharon. I've never met you personally. However, your positive impact on my grandparent's life rolled both from their tongues and into my life.
But when the month long grey veil that smothered our holiday is hauled back just as we return, sun and fat heat to grill us in our ties and blazers, I’m inclined, for once, to thumb my nose at science:
Aspiration? A tricky call. I’m more than willing to give you a leg up, but I can’t define where you’ll climb, or I’ll be the *** who assumes
your *** might become an astronaut, an assassin for hire, or just gain enough cash to survive, or be proudly working class, or to clash with the establishment and bring them crashing down your *** might want to work hard and fast or be happy to rock up comfortably last the amount of possibilities are vast and equally valid and yours
I’ll lend a mind, some thoughts, some words to help but for each self to realise themselves, I’ll not assume, we know what that would make us