first teacher


anonymous asked:

omfg you're moping about a teacher? I thought you actually lost someone close to you. get a grip

I want you to know two things.

The first is that this teacher was the one person in my life who ever made me feel safe. Who ever made me feel like maybe I WASNT the most worthless piece of shit in the world and maybe I didn’t deserve to die. He saw me. He was the only person in my life who saw me and saw my pain and not only that, but he saw past my pain and looked at me like I was a person. He could tell when I was scared and he’d remind me that it was okay to be scared. He made me feel safe, and sometimes it wasn’t even with words, but with a subtle glance that said, “hey! I see you & it’s okay.” He constantly told me that I was a good writer and that the harder I tried the better I would become. He was the only one who cared that I was constantly absent from school. I could go on and on. He was so important to me at a time when I had planned out my whole entire fucking suicide and was just waiting for the day bc the abuse and the pain was too much. He was a thought I came back to when I was crying in my room at 4 in the morning filled with pain that I wanted to cut away, but didn’t. Because he gave me hope. And even in his last months, he was the most loving and gentle and optimistic man I had and have ever met.

If that is the description of someone who I wasn’t close to, then okay. Fine. But the second thing I want you to know is that one year ago, my grandma died. Anyone that hears that would probably hear that she was close to me, that her death was sad. Except that there is no definition of being “close” with someone. My grandmother was horribly abusive, and she sat back and watched me be raped and abused for as long as she was present in her own body. I did not love her, and I did not feel much grief when she died. We were not close. But she was a blood relative.

Oh yes and one more thing!! You are an asshole. Unfollow me. Bye.

Final week of undergraduate classes and I got the best news of my life. I have accepted a position in the School Psychology PhD program at Loyola University Chicago!

Dreams do come true. I would have never imagined in a million years to get an offer like this. My parents were in tears after I told them. I plan to prove to them que si valió la pena todo. Im so proud of myself and so proud of my first teachers in life, my parents, who taught me to never give up. Yay for becoming an incoming doctoral student ♥️

Jemma being cute and lovely ft. paint at the beach \0/


this week was so nice!!! lectures will end in two weeks and I’m a little sad and also a little glad :DDD I’m gonna miss some of my teachers :’) I’m so tired of studying but I need to keep going :)) I’m really looking forward to the holidays because my dog is going to live in my apartment for a week while my family is on vacation and it’s gonna be so nice

part 2 of 3rd grade teacher nursey?? yes?? ok

(part one)

  • calls all of his kiddos “little bro” regardless of gender. the occasional “little dude” or “little man”
  • the first time he wears a short sleeve dress shirt to school all the kids are obsessed with his tattoo
    • “mr n has a forever drawing on his arm :000″
  • hes the ultimate kid whisperer. anything these kids throw at him? hes got it covered
    • kids are fighting about who gets the 64 pack of crayons. jeremy got them yesterday and now he wants them again?? theres like 4 other kids who want to use them jeremy dont be a dick
    • nursey’s like “can i give you guys a special project? i need a big drawing to put up on the wall. but you all have to help and you all need to use the crayons”
    • jeremy, immediately distributing the crayons and getting a big ass piece of paper: ok mr n!!!!!!

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When I wonder if I am actually teaching students anything at all

hey guys, here’s my first TC imagine. I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, so I hope it’s good! Enjoy/tell me what you think?

You’re sitting in your seat at the front of the class, right next to his desk. The rest of the students are getting up to leave for their next class, but you linger in wait for a chance to get a word in to your TC. He’s sitting at his computer, brow furrowed because the new grading system is still a mystery to him. Soon, there are no other people in the room. It’s just you two in comfortable silence. You get up to leave, and he stands up at the same time. He turns to face you and grabs a stack of papers.
“You doing okay today (Y/N) ? You seemed a little out of it during class.” He asks, with an expression of gentle concern.
“yeah, I’m just fine. I guess it’s just a bit warm so I’m sleepy.”
This much was true, but you held your tongue to another fact. It’s warm, you smell like coffee, I can hear the gentle rise and fall of your breaths, and it feels like I’m in heaven.
Your TC smiles, that lovely, perfect smile that he only gives you.
“Good.” he says, and as he takes a few steps closer in an attempt to pass by you, you notice there’s something on his cheek.
“you’ve got something…” You say as you motion at your own face.
Your TC puts down his papers and brings his hand up to his face to try and get whatever it is from his cheek, but fails.
“Here, let me —“ You say as you take one more step towards him and raise your hand towards his cheek. He doesn’t protest at your help, and you tentatively brush off the small speck — a rogue eyelash refusing to come off.
After removing it, you look into his eyes, and notice that he’s been carefully watching you the whole time, his beautiful, bright eyes tracking your movements. You can’t help but smile.
“What?” he asks with a smile mirroring your own.
“Nothing.” You say with a hint of sarcasm. You bring your hand up to his face and give a gentle pat.
“Now you’re all handsome.”
You removed your hand from his face, but as you turned to walk away you feel a strong hand grasp your wrist. Turning back around, he takes a step towards you and brings your hand back up to his face. He closes his eyes and leans Into the touch, your hand tentatively wrapped in his, your fingers feeling the prickly stubble on his face.
You smile and as he opens his eyes once again, there is a suspiciously playful glimmer in his eyes. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately know what he’s going to do next;

And he does exactly that.

He drops both of his hands and let’s go of yours for just a second, only to gently wrap his fingers around your cheeks and pull you into a desperate, but very gentle kiss. He separates from you for a second, looks into your eyes for anything that could be resistance or a sign that he’s made a mistake, a misjudgment,

But there is none. You bring your hands back up to his beautiful scruffy face and pull him back into a languid, better than perfect kiss. You can taste coffee on his breath and on his lips, and your heart soars. This is what you’ve wanted to do for years, since the first day you met him.

He pulls away and drops his hands back to his sides and struts away. You hear the reason why; the door handle turns and another teacher walks into the room. You look back to your TC, and he slips his hands into his pockets with a smug look. He turns to talk to the teacher, as if nothing had happened, and you’re left breathless.

he had whispered it so breathlessly against my neck that i nearly didnt hear him when he said, “i love you”

but i did and the oxygen in my lungs got caught in my throat as i shook my head, “i know it is april fools”

he laughed, throwing his head back, so i continued, “dont play that sick joke on me”

his eyes had widened and he ceased his chuckles and he looked at me with a soft gaze, “its not a joke” he told me.

and my heart swelled at the three words he whispered again, “i love you”

—  j.b. // god why does he do this to me

What’s your name?
Darren, do you by any chance play football?