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ok i can’t hold this in anymore twitter. i gotta tell someone because this memory just came back to haunt me...
in 9th grade, i took a creative writing class with a young, awesome, first year teacher. we were his first students and we all had a blast the entire semester.
at the end of the semester, the teacher decided that he would give out tiny awards to all of us that he handmade and we’d all go up to the front of the class to take them along w some minor assortment of candy and usual stuff
each award was personalized to something significant you did over the semester, usually a memorable quote or a great story you wrote. extremely heartfelt stuff. mine was well...”JOHN CENNNAAAAAAA” because it was a) 2015 and this was funny and more importantly to this story...
b) i read a story aloud that had a john cena twist at the end. yea. i know. however that is not the worst part of this story.
as a joke, a lot of students were doing acceptance speeches and thanking people like their parents and the teacher and what not.
when it came time for me to get mine (which was last because my last name starts with a Z), i went up there and proudly proclaimed, in front of 17 other students and 1 first year teacher:
“you all have no idea how much DICK i had to suck to get this award today” moi
the room was half silent/shocked and half full of laughter. you can tell which side we’re the freshmen and sophomores and which were the upperclassmen probably.
i should mention how i ALMOST backed out but i was already at the podium and i had already established the ‘class clown’ rep sorta not really, and they were expecting something to be said, so i had to commit and go with it.
i never got in trouble for it but he did tell the english department since my next two english teachers would subtly make acceptance speeches jokes at me even as a senior.
final note is that the story had a happy ending (HAH) where the teacher and i still maintained a fairly good relationship and shared lots of common interests like hockey and being very into sweaters and cardigans and art. i’m a fucking class traitor, i’ve accepted that fact.
we were on very good terms until i graduated, when i saw him for the final time at the ceremony. i wanted to give him a hug for being the best teacher i’ve ever had and not only because he didn’t hang me for what i said in his class, but just by...
being a very innovative, meaningful, and genuine teacher who is great at what he does. unfortunately i didn’t but mr. harms if you see this, thank you for making my 4 years in high school way more bearable than it should’ve been. i know i prolly wasn’t your fav student but...
you were definitely my favorite teacher. anyways this thread is way too long and i’m really happy i’m telling more than a few people about this because this is easily one of my least proud moments ever. i hope the 7 of you who will have made it this far enjoyed it :)
