Here's just a little background as to what this post is going to be based on:
I had to deal with a bit of instability not only where I was living but where I was going to school over the past few years. When I got to high school I thought, "this is it, I will be here at Burroughs High School (in Ridgecrest) for the entire four years of high school." Because of a lack of emotional and mental well-being at the time, it was decided that after sophomore year, what I needed was a "change of scenery". Which is when I moved down to Costa Mesa and started at Costa Mesa High School. It was one of the best things I could have done at the time, but at first I was not very happy. My sense of stability (at least through high school) was immediately taken away. I was fortunate to get a great group of friends and get involved in school activities, while doing well in my classes. When I left Burroughs, I left many things behind; but when I got to Mesa, I gained just as many! Today I am back in Ridgecrest, with my family and going to school. When I made that move, I felt I left behind friends, activities, programs I enjoyed, but most importantly a bit of my family. Another thing I definitely missed was my favorite teacher, Mr. Cosner. Sophomore year I had Mr. Cosner for Conceptual Biology during the last period of the day. It was by far the perfect end to a day. I can recount at least twice a week when Mr. Cosner would stop what he was doing and express his feelings on teaching and why he loves it so much. He had such a way for words that let all the students know just how sincere he was. I will also never forget how almost every single day on my way to class Mr. Cosner would stand outside the door and welcome us in with a big smile. Who couldn't ask for a better end to the day? Today I decided to stop by Burroughs and visit him. Before I did so, I had this weird feeling that when I walked into his classroom he wouldn't recognize me and I would say something like "Hi Mr. Cosner, do you remember me?" Oh boy, was it the exact opposite of that. I got my visitors pass to be on campus and made sure I was there during his prep-period so there would actually be time to talk. Like I said earlier he was always a teacher that brought joy to the end of my day. As I am walking to his room, I felt that same joy resonating inside me before even arriving at the classroom. I barely get 5 feet in the classroom, when he stands up from his desk, with a big smile, and walks towards me for a hug. We had a great talk just catching up. But the point of me writing this post and sharing this story is this: Mr. Cosner told me that recently he mentioned me to a class of his, by remembering a note that I wrote to him during my last days at Burroughs. He got teary-eyed from that note when he first read it and explained it as being one of the reminders as to why he gets up every morning and teaches 100+ high school kids every day. I was so caught off guard by this because, honestly, I barely even remember that note I wrote. He had to remind me what it said. In that instance he allowed me to feel so special and so remembered and so valuable. YOU are so valuable. So important, helpful, prized, relevant, treasured, useful, worthwhile, dear, worthy, admired, appreciated, cherished, precious, respected, and loved. Whether you realize it or not. It may take you a trip down memory lane and an encounter like the one I had today to really know that. But it is SO true. Please never forget that or think otherwise. Thanks for reading! ;)
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