It’s been a long time hasn’t it? I’m reaching out on my thank you tour (like an AA apology tour, I’m healing). Now, in my mid-40s, I’m starting to work through my childhood trauma.
I’ve come to realize that you are the only high school teacher who’s name I remember.
Thank you for seeing me at a time in my life when no one else had. I felt invisible. I felt like glass. You modeled to me how to be a woman, and that a thirst for knowledge should be encouraged. Thank you for seeing me.
You were exactly what I needed when I was 14. Nurturing, encouraging, and a woman I could look up to. You helped me feel comfortable as my weird little self. I hadn’t known that feeling before with an adult.
I made a super cool Barbie that you asked to keep. That was the first time anyone asked me if they could keep a piece of my art. It was such an honor to give it to you.
I don’t care if you remember me or not. It’s been over 25 years and you’ve had a thousand students over your career. I want you to know that you’ve made a positive impact on my life. Thank you.
Anonymous Glass Child 