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So I've been learning English for practically my entire life. Ever since I popped out of that wretched womb and got myself into the hellhole that is life, my first word ever, was "happy". Ever since, I got myself into a bilingual school, which absolutely sucked. It wasn't the education or that the school was hard or anything, it's more of a struggle of something else. But I'm not talking about that. When I was like, 11. My mom told me her plans on my future. They're moving me to another school, woohoo! I guess. Anyways, she decided to put me in the English Program, well, since I'm good at English, duh. Had to sit through random explanations I couldn't understand, and somehow, I passed. So, I moved there.

Moving on, for a bit of context I had not so many friends during my times at the bilingual school, and my trauma (which I will not be specifying since it is not relevant) from it just makes making friends worse. So to put it simply, I had no communication skills, no social energy for my peers, and absolutely no hopes on making any friends. And you know what? I kinda almost just accepted that. I guess I can live the rest of my school years alone, at least if they don't do anything to me. I mean, it's not like they care about some quiet awkward guy like me who doesn't even know hy has undisclosed autism or whatever. So, I was practically set on being alone for school. (plus, I have a few online friends I could talk to so whatever.)

But I was wrong, sort of. I didn't really get TOO close to any of my friends or peers, I don't really have close friends that are my peers (well, in my eyes), not that I don't value them, it just lacks something, something I lack. But again, this isn't about them. Flashback to the first day of school, where we had to learn through the usual Google Meet for a little while. I can't remember the full details, but it was English Class. Our teacher was just saying hi, although he was pretty anxious since this is his first day of teaching, and since I normally say hi to every teacher who says hi in classes, I said hi back. That was my first real close friendship on that school.

I know I'll probably be called a teacher's pet for befriending a teacher so easily, but the thing is we actually had a lot of fun talking to each other, and it's not that I'm close to anyone else. Eventually, I had a small group of English teachers who I would talk to in class and during break. I know about what they like, some of their backstories, and some slice of life from them. Well, I guess theres somewhere I at least kinda belong.

But then I moved schools, and even though I got a few peers as my friends, I still like talking to the English teachers. It's hard to break a habit, after all. I met them for a little while now and I know a bit of their backstories and likes and dislikes. I also had gotten contact of a few new teachers at my old school, as well as the ones that taught me as well. They were very nice, and I probably will try to visit them if I could. I also asked them for a little rundown about their last job (which I'll be referring to those answers in this post.)

So why am I rambling about English teachers and my sad, pathetic, lonely life? Well we're finally going on topic with this one. So remember the English teachers I told you about? His name is Matt and he's now a social teacher, but he does teach a speaking and listening class as well. We are actually pretty close, very close that I have his personal contact. We still talk to this day. He's this chill guy, kind of a workaholic, but he's probably the nicest guy you'll ever meet. I absolutely loved learning with him and he's like, my top 1 teacher ever.

So what about him? You may ask. As you can see from the title, he absolutely fits into the pipeline. For the sake of not making anyone mentioned uncomfortable, I'll try my best to not make this not too personal for them. Matt used to work as an accountant, which I believe I remember him having a bachelor's degree on. Sounds normal at first until you realize that he does not enjoy it at all. It affected him mentally, it gotten so bad he needed help and therapy. (well I think there are other factors to this but this is one I think.) He decides to somehow become a teacher, gets classes on how to teach, and guess what, my school answered, and they hired him.

He's doing much better now, even if his mental struggle never disappeared, but he has improved so much, and honestly I don't know what I'll do if he didn't get the job, applies to both me and him. If I had never gotten the chance to meet him, I don't know if I'll be able to cope. If he had never gotten the chance to get the job, I don't know how he'll do either, and that's very worrying.

Moving on, let's switch places and go to my new school, where I met yet another teacher named Greg. And yes, he teaches English. He's British and a bit goofy, although he is a bit serious, but honestly I see him as more goofy than serious most of the time. Although I might've made him think I'm weird by being convinced a potato from a game will kill me if I eat it, I think he likes me. He also runs a movie club with another teacher, which I am in since I'm scared of not being able to have a club.

It was club time when I spotted him in his class, we had a free day, but anyone is free to chill in his class. We had a talk, a bit about being terribly tired. He mentions his old job, I can't fully remember but it was something about managing towns or cities or whatever, I could be wrong, but it is about managing. He then tells me about how he hates it because it just caters towards billionaires and those in power, so he changes the scenery and becomes a teacher. He's been teaching in many different countries.

I think he's been here for quite some time now, and I don't even know if he's ever going to leave or not. It's been only 1 term being him, and now I know that he hates billionaires. I like him. He's great.

Moving on, again. We're going back to my old school, but not really. Remember Matt? So I got the news that our science teacher left, our English teacher got sick and had to go back to his country, and our math teacher got moved to another school. I asked him about who is now teaching these subjects, and he tells me about them. I got two emails and I contacted them all. I asked them a few questions, who they are, how they found this job, whats their last job, and are they doing fine as of right now. I got the answers, and one of them in particular was interesting.

The science teacher, whose name is Daphcar, had a particularly long answer. She talked about herself, how she found the teaching job, how she liked it (chatty students and all), and basically had this really long paragraph about the placebo effect. She's a very sweet woman. In the email she stated that she used to work in the medical field, but then she quit. Matt had told me this a bit earlier before I got her contact, which kind of lingered since you do get good money in the medical field. Turns out it took a really big toll on her mentally and got her very stressed.

She is now doing fine and probably having fun on her holiday. She's still new to all of this, but she says she's getting the hang out of it, which I'm happy for. I still talk with her but only through emails, but it would be nice to visit her one day.

The other teachers I met were already teachers in the first place, which was already fulfilling in its nature. I think it's just these three who had a bad experience in their last job. I’m glad that life decided to be a bit less harsher on them and just gave them what they're looking for.

Some of my peers think I'm weird for always spending my attention on my small group of English teachers, but they do care more than those random girls did. I think they matter as friends as much as the usual peers. It's nice to know more about them and they pretty much enjoy knowing about me as well… I don't even know if I was going to survive middle school without them. In a way, they also had me a bit fulfilled in learning as well. It may not look too conventional for your local middle schooler, but they are my friends too.

And to you who is reading this, you may know them, you may not. If you do know them and want to talk to me about it, you can always reach out to me on my guestbook (linked on the top left corner), but don't mention any places or other names other than the ones I listed, okay?