• It was my entire sixth grade year and I had a math teacher. He was chummy and old and the best math teacher I ever had! But, at that time I thought differently, I thought mean, boring, and the WORST old man ever! I hated his guts. During the year, I was struggling in math. Then, I started to fail! He was very upset, but did I care? No. Not even about my grades. I just shrugged and walked away. He was old, why should he care? Now I know why. During a lesson, he'd stop and look at me to see if my hand was raised or if I seemed confused. But I never raised my hand and faked my "understanding" look. Then, my grades went lower. He tried convinsing me into going to tutorials but I waved my hand and said no. How foolish was I? He even tried helping me but, again, I waved my hand and said no. More foolish and lazy I became with my math. Soon enough, it was June 5th, the last day of school. On that very day, I was getting signatures from my other two teachers, then I crossed him. he looked me in the eyes, signed my folder, and said to me, "I'll miss you. You were a good kid." As I walked away, I rolled my eyes. Why did he say that? He was going to be here next year...right?!
    Summer went by, and shool was back in session. I went to go take a trip to my old teachers' rooms in the sixth grade hallway. But when I came up to his door I saw someone elses name. I was sourly confused as I went to my language arts teacher.
    "Hello (insert my name here). What are you doing here?"
    "Oh. I'm looking for Mr.(insert his name here), where is he?"
    "Oh! He retired."
    Then my world came crashing down. The one time I needed help the most, I screwed it up. That very next year, I didn't do so well in math. It was all because of how foolish I was back then. Then I promised myself, I'll never pull the crap again!
    Now I miss him alot and it's killing me that I didn't know what I had till it was gone.