A Teacher's Story

Ten year's ago when I was in the second grade was when I realized that someday I wanted to be like my teacher. Mrs. Zapetalla....(that was her real name.) She was the most loving, understanding, friendly and outgoing person i've ever met in my life. She always had a good idea of what she wanted to do and how to make it exciting. I remember one time when we were in the lunch line getting ready to eat lunch when this one little boy cut in front of me and I like a baby that I was starting crying. Mrs. Zapetalla came up to me and asked me what was wrong I told her and she just started laughing and said "he didn't cut you, I don't see you bleeding or anything." I was so confused by what she had told me or was trying to tell me but then I realized she was making a big joke out of it. I laughed my little head off because it was the most hilarious realizing it wasn't a big deal. Mrs. Zapetalla was always smiling and giggling about every little think but one day when I showed up to school I noticed something was different she wasn't her self anymore, with no smile, depressed, and angry told us to get to doing our work. I immediately obeyed without any questions, sitting there wondering what was wrong I saw that her eyes were glassy and really watery. When she finally got up and ran out to the bathroom, I ran behind her and saw that her pretty face was all smeared with makeup. I thought that since she made me feel that much better when I was depressed I had the right to do the same. I walked in and smiled and just gave her a big hug and told her that I loved her and everything was going to be ok!