Nghe An: A touching letter to a former teacher
(Baonghean.vn) - In recent days, on the Vinh3 Confessions page of generations of students from Le Viet Thuat High School (Vinh City), many people have expressed their emotion at a letter from a former student to her former homeroom teacher.
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...The other day, I accidentally read a message from a former student addressed to you. It showed me that if I want to express my feelings but lack the confidence to say them, I can only do what that former student did. On the outside, I'm surprisingly confident, always energetic and cheerful. Yet, inside, I'm incredibly shy, which is why I've never said anything sweet or affectionate to you.
My teacher is my instructor, my counselor, my psychologist, my mother, and my friend. Those terms only serve to illustrate my clumsy attempts at description, because I think a student like me simply doesn't have enough words to fully capture her essence. My teacher is very gentle, very simple, very lovely, very captivating, and sometimes... quite frightening.
With her petite figure, she embodies boundless love for her students. Perhaps I'm being a little selfish and presumptuous by calling her my teacher, but I'm certain that to anyone, she remains just as wonderful. I'm sure my student life was incredibly fortunate, joyful, happy, and...rightly, because of her.
I'm not embellishing her image, not exaggerating it, because she is much more than that. She gave me a sense of life, helped me distance myself from the past, defined my present, and provided the colors to paint a picture of the future. Without her, I probably can't even imagine what I would be like. I would be a gamer, a child rejected by my family, or someone ostracized by society.
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...The feelings she has for me are so profound I could probably fill a whole notebook with them. She never gives me false hope, never compliments me in front of me, not even once. She often glares at me, makes sarcastic remarks, and sometimes even scolds me... But I know that all those actions prove that she always cares about me, worries about me, and loves me.
She trusted me, she gave me opportunities. Perhaps I couldn't imagine the power of that trust. I was always afraid that my stubbornness would disappoint her. Therefore, I tried to hide my true feelings, not accepting or revealing them, wanting to give good opportunities to others so that she wouldn't be troubled. Yet, she made me understand and always believed that I could do it.
And so, the results came from my genuine efforts towards the end. Due to some family issues, I think both she and I are probably satisfied with the outcome. But honestly, I always wish that time could turn back so I could have started earlier, done better, and realized her feelings for me sooner. I wish I had had the confidence to say, "I'm sorry!"
Over time, the bond between teacher and student grew stronger. But with my reserved nature, I didn't like to show it. Because I hated flattery, I sometimes felt indifferent and cold. That's why I never expressed my affection for her, only saying, "She's just average." Beyond the image of a teacher, I always saw her as a friend and sometimes even like a mother. Yet, when she gave me so much, I never once seriously and sincerely said from the bottom of my heart, "Thank you!"
From the bottom of my heart, I just want to say: "I owe you!" And perhaps I'll never be able to repay you in this lifetime. Just normally, but like this, I owe you a debt of genuine affection. I wish I could say to you: "Thank you and I'm sorry. Thank you for the sacred affection you showed to a mischievous child, thank you for the trust you once placed in me. But I'm sorry! I'm sorry for my indifference and thoughtlessness, and I'm sorry that you gave me a chance, but unfortunately, it didn't come at the right time."
Now I only wish I could go back to those days, to be a student at Vinh 3 High School, to be your student, surrounded by happy friends, without any worries... That wish was to be by your side, to meet you and live in your love... I think no matter where I am, there will always be someone by my side. I am proud, content, and happy to be your little student...!
| To create a platform for high school students to share their feelings about their school, teachers, and friends, Nghe An Newspaper is launching an online yearbook section. Students, teachers, and parents can share their feelings by sending articles to the following email address:[email protected]High-quality articles will be published in Nghe An Newspaper and will receive royalties according to the editorial office's regulations. |
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