Said the Right Thing
I was a wreck in my first year of high school. There’d been a lot to digest and discover and dislike. Typical stuff, I figure, for most people. I had no idea what was going on, why it was happening the way it was or why it seemed so horrible.
One day, I snapped. As the huge class was filing out to go to the library, I sat at my desk and felt myself burning. I lasted until the room was empty and the hall was quiet when I started sobbing. After being a crybaby for a good part of elementary and I felt ashamed because I felt I had grown out of it.
It wasn’t long before the teacher had to come back for something. She left came right up to me with a kind smile and said:
“I’m not going to pretend I know what you’re going through.” She waited until I had choked my way past most of my hiccups before continuing:
“I don’t know if it’s a problem from home or from school, but you have to remember that you should be yourself and it doesn’t matter who thinks it’s wrong.”
Things didn’t necessarily get any better or easier but it was a whole lot more bearable. It's still one of the greatest things anyone has ever told me.