EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS POST BY AUGUST 20TH WILL GET A PIECE OF ART IN THERE INBOX BASED ON THEIR BLOG
Six years ago, one of my favorite teachers would have prompts written on the board the second we would walk into class; things ranging from where we pictured ourselves in ten years, our opinions on standardized testing, how our weekend was, and sometimes we would get a *free write* prompt, etc.
As a sixteen year old, that was the most obnoxious and pointless task. I probably referred to it as “busy work” a time or two and rolled my eyes at it a few dozen times more.
As a twenty-two year old, it’s bringing tears to my eyes to see the things I had written. The pain I felt from the boy I would “NEVER” get over, the betrayal I felt when my dad wouldn’t trust me enough to leave me at home alone for a weekend, the horror of having my cell phone turned off when I really misbehaved (my dad’s favorite form of punishment) but mostly viewing what I have accomplished that my adolescent mind could only dream of. What I’ve done with the freedom I was granted as I grew older/that I was lacking when I was younger. The things I’ve conquered, the things I haven’t, the friends I’ve lost, the friends I kept, the friends that never left. The situations that, at the time, I felt I could never get through and the “love” I couldn’t live without (very funny now).
One of the greatest and most treasured things I have was once considered meaningless questions written on a white-board. Write everything down, everything has a purpose, thank your teachers.
In search of her email address so I can tell her how much I appreciate this.