Second chances

 

I graduated four years ago by this time of year. My classmates were buying pretty dresses and everyone was joyful and excited. Preparation had been done with anticipation and paperwork was ready.  But I wasn't. Prom night was one of the saddest days of my life. I was heartbroken and going through depression. Getting up was difficult, pretending that I wanted to put makeup on and look glamorous was even harder. But nothing compared to this feeling that I had of not belonging. My friends were there, my family was there but I felt completely alone. I went back home at midnight because I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. There is nothing more miserable than feeling lonely in a room full of people that you love. I put my pijamas on, and waved goodbye to high school looking like a panda, covered with mascara and eyeliner.

 But it wasn't over.

 

Teaching was an accident, the most beautiful coincidence of all. One day, one of my former teachers called me and ask me to substitute for a week. I did it and they liked my work. So they offered me to stay. I said yes and believe me when I say I don't regret a minute of it. Not many people get a second chance in life like I did. Not only I had the opportunity to return to the place where I had a rough time, but I also had people who trusted me despite the fact of being too young. I was feeling like a new girl, more confident and willing to overcome any difficulty.

 

You gave me an amazing year, girls, and I'm going to be eternally grateful for that. My heart is filled with love and joy now and I'm a better person because I met you. Each one of you. You're probably tired of hearing me say how much I love you, but it's true and we should never, ever, be afraid to show our feelings to people who love us back. Thank you for being so supportive and nice to an unexperienced but rather enthusiastic teacher like me.

I hate goodbyes. I really do. I didn't include that on the "facts about me" post but I should have. I'm going to miss the hell out of you. I apologize for not saying goodbye the last day, but I really didn't know I was going to go.

  

Remember that you can count on me, always. You have me here. Keep writing, if you have something you'd like to share with others. I'm going to be here, writing for you. I'm also in if you want to hang out one day and go out for pizza or ice cream (YES) Now it's also OK to start sending friend requests on Facebook, Twitter or any other existent social network (FINALLY). I'd love to see what you're doing and how much you're changing so, selfies are also well received (NOBODY'S GONNA DO THIS BUT OK).

Believing that things could be better lead me to keep trying and giving my best every day. Always remember that you're gorgeous human beings, worthy of love and respect. Don't let boys bring you down, eat your meals, stay passionate about life. Don't forget that you've got somebody who cares about you profoundy.

Tomorrow is going to be my last day at school. I miss you already.

With infinite love,

Miss Daysi.