Goodbyes

 Today, it was my maths teacher's last day in my school. I never really liked my teacher, to be honest, I didn't like his teaching methods, he wasn't my favourite teacher on the list. Today in his goodbye party, he gave each individual a present, as a sign of thank you, he put together a video of all our memories through the past 2 years, and I suddenly realised, I'm going to miss him.

  In his book that he gave me as a present, he wrote some words of wisdom to me, he said that life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood, life itself is the most wonderful fairytale. I don't know when I will meet another inspiring teacher like him ever in my life, his leave suddenly made me emotional and sad. I believe that there are only a few teachers out there who aims to inspire. Even though our lives might not converse in the future, he will still be the most memorable maths teacher I ever had, he made a print on my path of life.

  We were singing along to 'I'm Yours' by Jason Mraz in class because it was his favourite song, the whole class sang it wholeheartedly, making our last encore before his absence, When I was singing along, I noticed my maths teacher quietly standing beside the board shedding a tear, trying so hard to hold back his tears, he looked genuinely sad but he acted strong and sang along. Goodbyes are hard, you never really understand until it's really time, Time flies so fast that when it's really time to say our final words to each other, it feels weird and you just wish that the moment will stay forever.

  Goodbyes are inevitable, but people move on because that's just how we're adapted to be. Some goodbyes are harder than others but through time, we will meet new people and eventually, move on. I will still remember when the other teachers asked my maths teacher, 'What's your class like?', his reply will always be, 'It's the best class I've taught in my whole teaching career' These little compliments and actions he does to make his imprint on me, just makes me miss him more, but soon he will be stored away in my memory box, as a memory that I can look back at when I'm 50 and smile at..