I’m sorry I kept looking at you yesterday with the appearance of needing something. I personally love watching people. Not in a weird watching-you-while-you-sleep way, but more or less behavioral things people do. I’m a psychologist in the making.
I’m not a big fan of humans, although I am one, I’m just not fond of the things we seem to be proud of in history up to this point. Nevertheless, injustices will be injustices and they must happen, in a way, for things to keep interesting in our lives. I could go on and on about how many ways society in general has screwed up, but that’s beyond the point.
This is also a pointless thing another human (IE me) has done that leads to nothing.
Now, this is probably weird. A student writing a teacher for a stupid apology for something that isn’t even a wrong thing. Hell, I looked at you and i’m too stupid to do anything but write this.
In a way, I want each teacher to remember me, each person. Every day we pass others on the streets and don’t even think of what it’s like to be them. What they do every day, how their personality would fit with yours, etc. As humans, it’s practically in our nature to see something or someone and instantly categorize it, wither we like it or not. There’s always an impression that is made for one to conclude something about said person.
In another way, I don’t want anyone to remember anything about me in case I see them in the future for this judgmental reason exactly.
But I wouldn’t listen to me, I’m sixteen years old. What do I know?
You’ll probably forget all about me in a few days.
I’ll blur into the crowd of students you’ve taught.
Back to the point
You noticed I looked sad or unhappy after using the restroom. You were actually quite right. I go to the restroom every so often not just to use it, but to look in the mirror to see how uncomfortable I look in my own skin. I kept looking at you after you said I looked sad because I was trying to figure out what gave it off. What made the impression that I was sad? I’ve trained for years to hide it but you’re the first to ask in a while. It scares me almost.
I don’t want others to worry about me so I hide it under layers and layers of skin and clothes.
You saw it.
How the hell did you see it?
A Letter To My Sub Teacher That I’ll Never Let Her Read