Looking back on my school years, I can’t say I had a favorite teacher. It’s not that my schools were bad—they were fine—but I always struggled. Learning never came easy to me. I was always behind, taking longer than others to understand things.

I’ve always been a dreamer, the kind of student who drifted off into my own world. Maybe that was down to my epilepsy, or maybe that was just who I was. Either way, it made school a challenge. Even with extra help, I often felt left to my own devices. The teachers had classes full of students to manage, and it felt like they just didn’t have the time or energy to give me the support I really needed.

So, when school finally ended, I was relieved—happy, even. It wasn’t the place for me, and that’s okay. Not everyone fits into the traditional school system, and not everyone needs to. Life moves on, and you find your own way. And that’s exactly what I did.

Daily writing prompt

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

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