My Teacher, My Hero By: Jerica Agojo and Jasmine Rosita Shes worthless.

That became the talk of the class for over the whole school year. It was different for me, though. I see her in a different light. I see her as an inspiration. I see her as a guide. I see her as the answer to my questions. I see her as my light. I see her as my friend. I see her as my greatest teacher. Its ironic how nobody shared my views. It was that one fateful event that brought the class to see her. The first day of school. From the moment she walked into our classroom, I felt something good about her but no one saw her like I did. I was the only student who would greet her along the corridors and she would smile brightly at me. She was different but in a good way. A few months passed and World Teachers Day came. Everyone gave all the teachers presents except for her. I felt sorry for her so I went out to find her. I was walking around the school campus to find her. I spotted her in the field leaning against the big tree. I quietly walked up to her, greeted her and asked her why she was sitting there alone. She smiled back and answered that she wanted to be alone for a while and it was colder outside. I gave her a nod and handed her my gift . She looked confused and asked what it was for. I answered her that it was for being the most amazing teacher Ive had. Tears started running down her face and she started to wipe it off. Her face was facing down then she said I thought everyone hated me and it would always be like that. She looked up to me, smiled brightly and said thanks for the gift and that I was the best student she ever had.

Knowing that she wasnt liked that much by the other students, I know that I needed to prove them wrong. This teacher deserves better appreciation, Sadly, Im the only one who gives her this. How can I prove them wrong? I want this teacher to be appreciated. While all the other teachers were busy being appreciated by the other parents and students, this teacher was in the faculty room, pretending to do schoolwork. I went to the faculty room to check if all the teachers were being entertained by the class, and I saw her, daydreaming. I asked why she was there, and she said that nobody invited her to celebrate. How would you feel if you were the one being told?

Shes the undiscovered hero that nobody notices except me. I had to do something. It was my job to spread her good traits. During the mass of World Teachers Day, it was my turn to read in the mass, I read the intercessory prayers part and changed the word teachers to her name. Well, I guess nothing happened afterwards, but this was the only way I could spread her good traits. Little did I know, that I wasnt the only one who felt this way about this teacher, Ive been told that we were going to give her the best day of her life this Teachers Day, and when the program was going on, all the students of the school paid tribute to this Awesome teacher, My Teacher, My Hero.