Why, hello there, earthlings. Sorry if I haven't been active as much. ;A; (Not like anyone frequently visits my profile anyway. xD)

Well, to anyone who happens to see the blog, I ask a favor of you. 

I'll be taking this upcoming test on the last days of January. And it's just not any test. It's a test that counts as 20% of my overall mark. I'm pretty worried, so I've been committing myself to non-stop studying. A portion of the exam is to write a narrative, and having an English teacher that just doesn't know how to teach, I went ahead and attempted to write one without any sort of guidance whatsoever. And this is where you come into play. If you can just read this entire blog and provide me with some feedback, I'll be forevemore grateful~

An encounter that changed your life

          There’s always just that moment, that moment when you can no longer tolerate the world’s merciless treatment and you give in into the temptations, about to let go off the grasp you’ve held so tightly onto. And you drown, drown in the engulfment of your suicidal-like thoughts. But, as like any cliché in this world of ours, another hand is willing to save you. Whether you will take it or not, it’s up to your will.

          Let me tell you a thing or two about my science teacher, the teacher that gave me distress and pressure beyond this world’s imagination. We happen to be in good terms now, and honestly, I don’t have good recollections of just how much she has made me suffer, but there is that lingering feeling whenever I stumble across her classroom. The number of tears I’ve shed, the countless, sleepless nights, and, of course, the death stares I give her discreetly. Due to her unreasonably high expectations of her students, nobody, not even I, a straight A student, can receive reasonably “good” marks in that class. With her short temper to her hurtful remarks to her high expectations, she was horror to her students. I was never able to receive good grades for my primary assignments, which led to annoyance and frustration. It was just a nightmare I never want to encounter again.

          It may seem like a challenge any student can encounter and get-by fine, but I, the dramatist I am, took it to heart. I cried and bellowed like there’s no tomorrow, resulting in me looking like a haggard zombie everyday at school, and, surely enough, it led to depression. I was just so fed up with everything with this teacher. I really didn’t want any of this anymore. Well, my mom with her prying eyes, she quickly took notice of what I was going through, and asked me straightforwardly:

“What’s wrong? You’ve been looking quite exhausted lately.”

Well, in response to that, I just cried. Cried because I’m fed up. Cried because I couldn’t tolerate it any longer. Cried because I desperately needed someone to comfort me.

“Just go to school tomorrow. You’ll be fine.”

I didn’t reply. I mean, silent treatment is the best when it comes to conveying my disappointment. No words need to be said. Your eyes do all the communication for you.

          Not only did my mom take notice of my behavior, well, so did my science teacher. One ordinary sunny day (I guess she was concerned), she brought over a petite but kind-looking lady and introduced her as “Mrs. Lu”. She had that spark in her eyes when she saw me, and I, for one, felt so embarrassed for having to go through the process of being counselled again. It felt as if I couldn’t take a hold of my own problems, and having to have a third party interfere with me for my problem-filled life to be set straight again. Anyways, I really didn’t think much of it, and, next thing you know, I’m crying my eyes out in front of a stranger I just met. She quickly took notice of my perfectionism, and told me something I will never forget:

“Though you may feel like this isn’t going to end, it will. You’re a fighter, and you wouldn’t let a little thing like this destroy you.”

          Well, that’s what motivated me to get back up to my feet again. I began to gain my appetite and caught up on some sleep. After many more sessions with her, I finally was able to be back to “normal” again, but of course, carrying her words of wisdom along with me. Since I was okay now, I didn’t see any particular reason to keep seeing her, so I bid farewell for the time being. Well, time passed, and I wanted to take a visit to catch up on some things with her. I made my way to the counselling office, made my way into her room, and found another lady.

          I asked, “Um, I’m sorry to intrude, but do you happen to know where Ms. Lu is?”

          She had that look of shock, as if she couldn’t bring to say the words. “She passed away a couple of days ago.”

          I froze. Mrs Lu, dead? What, what is this? How can a person who made such a big impact in my life, just pass away like that? Why? I couldn’t even convey my proper gratitude to her! She’s just one of the few people that really understood me, yet, she left? These types of questions zoomed rapidly in and out of my thoughts, until I couldn’t take it any longer. I muttered a “thank you” to the lady, and, not knowing any place to go, I just went to my home and cried myself to sleep.

          Thanks to the encounter I have had with her, she and her words of wisdom were truly magic in my world of negativity. Without her, I wouldn’t know how to cope with that tight situation I was in. I truly needed someone to remind me of my values and my morals, and she was just the right person to do so. I was never one to give up easily, but during that one time when I let go, she was the one that quickly, without hesitation, threw herself to rescue me. And for that, I’ll be forevermore grateful. You never know that, maybe, one day you’ll be able to meet someone like her.

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-Stephanie *^^*