IsabellaLinton wrote:
^^
I loved her so much I wanted her to come to my birthday parties.
She was gone for about four months during the school year for a big operation.
I was absolutely devastated until she returned.
I bumped into her in 1990, so .... 14 years later?
She didn't remember me.
She was great though.
We were in a big hippy classroom pod and sat on the floor with pillows.
I haven't ran into any teachers since school but I can see how they'd have a lot of faces/names/personalities to remember.
I'm kinda jealous, I don't really recall having any teachers that were positive towards me. My art teacher in high school comes the closest and I took until the third year I had her for her to realize I paid way closer attention than she gave me credit for.
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