“Goodbye”

When I was younger I used to write stories a lot, and I even won a place in a statewide contest that I was sure I would lose. I loved writing, it was a way for me to express myself, even if other people didn't like my stories.

I got older reaching almost high school age and I began to stop writing. I would abandon my pen and paper to my computer or game system and not realize what I was missing out on.

Then suddenly, in high school, I had an English teacher that brought me back to reality. My teacher would recite poems or stories using voice inflections and sometimes even do a somersault across the floor or fall on their back. I was surprised because I had never had a teacher who expressed emotion portrayed in literary works so....literally.

The papers assigned to us were not just boring old essays, one time we had to write a comic book, another we had to research our favorite poet, and once we had to make an example of album artwork, with a description of each of our favorite songs.

After my first semester I was aroused, I got back in the mood to write, to express myself. My teacher, though, had gotten a better job to teach at a college in a different state, and they were leaving during our break.

I wrote the teacher a letter explaining how they had aroused my sense of self expression and passion for writing again, and how I had them to thank for my oppurtunity to become interested in writing again. I said goodbye, and now I will never see my teacher again, but I will always remember who put me back on track with my passion.