Everything looks so small. I guess it was built for kids, I can't reach the banister without bending. My teachers used to tower over me. Larger than life, motivators, inspirations, guidance... Now they grab my face and pull my hair back to remind themselves that yes, in fact, I still look the same somehow. I haven't changed. "You do look like more of a rockstar though"... They've always had high expectations for me. One of their favorites, they said today. I like going there, they motivate me still. And somehow they still teach me stuff, even from just thinking about them. Talking to Mrs Savage and Ms Carbone reminded me that I have goals, they're so proud of the nothing I've accomplished. I can't imagine what they'd say if I ever got a job.
Bear hugs, rub my back, you look so grown up, you'll always be my Robert though. I remember when you... I still laugh when I think about the time... Time flies doesn't it? 7 years, My god. Do you still keep in touch with... I didn't think so, they were always sort of wishy washy anyway. Fordham? You know Sister Dora went there, great footsteps you're following. She's one of a kind.
I love Sr. Dora. She remembers me and doesn't. Her face changes when she sees me, but her brain doesn't remember me exactly. Not that it should, I was never sent to her office. I would only ever see her for good reasons, which I guess is why her face is still kind after so many years.
That building feels the same. I've never felt scared of ringing that doorbell, or walking into that hallway. It still feels like it's mine for some reason. And they still act like I'm theirs. I'm so thankful to have them, motivating, inspiring, pushing, well-wishing. Those are teachers you dream about.
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