When I write my first letter to a teacher, my teacher doesn’t like it.
I wrote it on a laptop in my room.
I could see the handwriting.
I saw her face.
I thought, she’s not going to like it, I’m not going the same way.
Then she looked at me, her eyebrows raised.
And I remember saying, I love this letter.
And then she started crying, and I felt really bad for her.
And then I thought to myself, you know, if I don’t do this, she’ll hate me.
And she will, because it’s so embarrassing for her, because she’s probably going to say, “I hate you,” and I’m going to go out and do the same thing.
So I started crying a lot.
And I kept writing.
And she was crying.
She was crying, too.
And when I was done, I was very relieved.
I was relieved because it made me feel like I had done something right.
And it made her feel good, too, because now I know that she likes me.
And it was very good.
And now I’m glad that I did it.
But what I really didn’t like was the letter itself.
I felt like the letter was very difficult.
It was very, very hard.
But when I started writing the next letter, I felt that it was easier.
I don’t know if it was because I’m really good at writing, but I really wanted to be able to write this letter quickly and without thinking.
I really felt like it was a lot easier to write a letter like that than it is to write an essay.
So I wrote the letter and then the next day I was like, Oh, that’s easier.
I’m good at it.
And this next day, it was like an essay was written.
And that’s what I started doing with the writing.
But when I got home, I did what I normally do, I took a bath, and it was just a total disaster.
And there were a lot of tears.
I felt like I was a failure.
But it’s okay, because this is what I learned.
When I’m feeling sorry for myself, I have to do it because I know it’s right.
But if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing it.
So that’s how I learned from it.
When I wrote my first essay, I didn