BUBBLE

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Sometimes I wonder if my past teachers remember me. I know that they have many students each year but to imagine what their true feelings are about you is fun to think about. If they secretly hated you or if they wish they could have you in every class. I had this one teacher in the 7th grade from before I began homeschool that I think about all the time. She would do little things for me all the time, commenting on my new hair or just smiling and waving at me. I remember walking into homeroom one morning and her showing me a snail meme since I told her that I had snails. She truly kept me going through the year. Just knowing that I had one little thing to look forward to during the day was so therapeutic. The day she left was the day I asked my mom to homeschool.