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My Favourite Teacher Deserved a Better Me That Day
It was a normal Thursday morning.
The bell rang for English period, and he walked in — my favorite teacher.
He was smart, kind, and honestly, the only reason I even liked English.
Every time he entered the class, I sat up straight like a robot.
No jokes. No silly talk. Not even a small smile.
I didn’t want to take any risk. He was my favorite, and I wanted him to see me as a studious creature.
That day, he started talking about life — about studying hard, loving your family, and doing things that make you proud.
His voice was calm but full of meaning.
Every word felt heavy with truth, and I was completely lost in his thoughts.
He spoke about choices, balance, and how our present builds our future.
And there I was, nodding deep inside like an emotional philosopher, trying to absorb every single word.
My notebook was kept in front of me.
It had a picture of a bald man on the cover.
