I used to be best friends with teachers. I used to know about their lives, their homes, their family. I know, I sound like a stalker. But I had to one to play with or talk to on the playground, so I would talk to the janitors and teachers on recess duty. I never did have any of them for one of my teachers, so it was weird. But they were my best friends, in Elementary school.
Then in middle school it was the same thing, but we weren’t really close. We only had one recess for about ten minutes after lunch. And I made my first friends! And so, sometimes if we had lunch together, then we would talk. But if we didn’t have lunch together, then I would just talk to the teachers, but not that often, they really didn’t care like the Elementary teachers did.
I would become friends with my homeroom teachers, although I do not remember my seventh grade teacher at all, I don’t even remember if it was a girl or a boy. But anyways, in homeroom I didn’t really have any friends in there, although my two friend’s last name started in the same letter as mine, so you would think that we were together, but they arranged our homerooms weird, I think they did it at random. So I would talk to the teacher to entertain myself.
And then there were the teachers from the special ed room. (I wrote this in a blog a while ago, but I cannot remember the title) I would help the special ed every morning, and the teachers in there I got really close to.
But then in high school, it all changed. I only made a few teacher friends last year, and none this year. The teachers I became kind of friends with, I really didn’t get to know them, but they got to know me. One of my teachers was my English teacher. She became our sponsor, the teacher in charge of the club, in scribblerz. Scribblerz is a club that my friend made, and I helped kind of. We revise our poems, and short stories, and at the end of the year we published a book with our selected masterpieces. It’s still going on, in fact we’re having a meeting today.
And my other teacher friend I became friends with last year was Ms. Malsom, she was awesome. She was my reconnecting youth teacher, or RY we called it. RY is a class where you learn anger management, and depression, and things like that, and you actually get a credit from it! Ms. Malsom also worked at a women and children shelter, and when their cookies pass the “sell by" date, she would take them and we would eat them. And there was a lot. But she wasn’t supposed to give us that stuff, so when a principle came she would hide it. But since that class was made to help with depression, we all learned about each other, and she learned about us. Unfortunately she got laid off this year, and haven't seen her since.
And then another person I made friends with was not a teacher, but a janitor. He cleans out the garbage everyday after school, and so I see him every time at scribblerz. I wave to him whenever I see him in the hallway, and we stop and chat a little bit, if we have time. If we don’t have time, we just say something like, “What’s up?” or something like that….
But this year I don’t think that I will make any teacher friends. I just havn’t been very open into talking to them as I had in the past. I just feel like most of them don’t care, probably because most of the people here don’t really care to become kind of close to teachers. Most of the students (and some of the teachers….) make fun of my last year’s English teacher, the sponsor for scribblerz, because she belly dances. But it’s pretty much the same for them, I don’t really like seeing them make out in the hallway.
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