Teachers are hidden gems

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I've had a good run of teachers, some of them I consider friends now because I'm all grown up and we've advanced beyond the constraints of a classroom but I've still had bad ones too. Not like they were bad but this particular one was out to get me from the very first day, It started like this.

I moved to a new school with a different set of rules I wasn't used to. The school bus picked me up that morning but it was still running late. When I got to school, classes had already and a teacher was already teaching. Since it wasn't my fault for coming late, I simply walked into the class quietly. He asked me to go back outside and raise my hand before he would give me permission to enter.

Remember this was my first day in this school and I wasn't ready for this type of attention. He then proceeded to ask if I wasn't thought manners in my former school and I needed to understand things were done differently here. He asked me to come in after 10 minutes and I found my way to the back of the class with my soon to be friends staring at me.

He didn't stop there, he starting asking questions about the subject until it eventually got to me. I tried to tell him this was my first day in class but that didn't bother him, he asked me to come to the front of the class and tell them was I was thought in my class school since I didn't seem to know anything.

I simply walked up to the class and told everybody my former school taught me never to make fun of someone or pick on them just because they were new or different to which the class responded in laughter. I could tell by the way he's face turned red that he wasn't happy with the answer I gave but what could he do, I did nothing wrong. The rest of his classes kind of went like that. There would be a thousand people in the class but he'd still pick me to solve a problem and it pained him that I got it right most of the time.

He wasn't a bad person but he wasn't good to me either, the relief I had when I transferred to another class was something else. His name was Mr. Daniel but I called him the devil.

MY FAVOURITE TEACHER

From teacher turned friend. Mr. Aduroja had been a good teacher from the start, he was my computer science teacher and the man clearly knew how to teach. I always looked forward to going to his class everyday because he made learning fun. He was also my basketball coach. I remember the time I and the team spent a whole week in a hotel courtesy him when we went for the milo basketball competition.

Fast forward to now, we're very good friends, we keep up with each other and make sure we're okay. I was an intelligent student and that was one of the reasons he liked me. I could get a few of my classmate and ask them who their favourite teacher was and they'll still say him, he was that good. I learnt last year that he had a son already and he named the son after me, George which to be honest is very flattering. I pray good things always find him.

That's it for me, my best and my worst, I pray God things happen to Mr. Daniel too but I still want him to get hit by a bus, nothing serious.