Are you inspired?

Are you inspired?

I know that I have been by someone in my life. I am very anti-change meaning that I don’t like when things change around me. It takes me time to process the change and how I feel about it. This also means that when people tell me things I don’t necessarily hear them, I listen to them but I don’t hear them. (If that makes sense) Anyway people try to change people all the time and I don’t let people change me. It involves a change and again I am not good with change. Then if someone does change me, then that must be a very special person. Is it possible for the person who inspires you to also be the person who changes you? Do they inspire you to change? Well in my case they both happened at the same time, but were not caused by each other. Yall are probably wondering who this wonderful person is, well it is my teacher…well my friend Ms.Hudson.

I have known her since the first day of sophomore year. (2011) When I first met her I didn’t think anything of it she was just another new teacher for the semester.  I just went through the first month of class barely saying a word to her, because I sat in the front of the room and her deck was in the back, and me being me, felt bad if I had a question to make her walk all the way up to me. I taught myself a lot, which in the end was probably better for me. It took about 2 projects then I wondered why I had ever questioned this class, I loved it. I looked forward to going down D hall to get there, to saying Hi to her (because I still didn’t talk much), and to doing the projects. Then by February I wished I could just take the class over again. I learned that Ms. Hudson taught another class (Digital Imaging) when I found that out I had to take it. It was the first thing that I put on my schedule for junior year. I was supposed to have it 2^nd semester, but I didn’t want to have to wait to have Ms. Hudson as a teacher again. I went in and changed my entire schedule around to assure I had the class first semester. BEST decision ever! The class was amazing, I learned so much about my camera and about photos. We did a lot of projects and it was great. I hade the class last period so most days I stayed after, for no reason but to just sit and talk with her. She didn’t care either which meant that she liked me as a student and a person. I learned a lot from staying after those 20 mins everyday. It’s amazing what you can learn about a person just from simple conversations. Then on January 4^th she told the class that this was the last semester she was going to be working at BTHS. I remember we were working on our artist rendition projects and I stopped and I didn’t know what to do. (Remember I don’t like change)I couldn’t believe that she was leaving; I didn’t want to believe it either. I sat for the rest of class that day and just stared at my screen. That day after class I just sat in my chair, doing nothing, I couldn’t think of something to say, I was really sad. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The next week things were the same I didn’t really want to think about her leaving because it made me so upset. I did my projects and tried to act as if I wasn’t super upset about her leaving.  The semester ended on February 4^th (I think) I had to come to school to take the final for the class. I had no problem doing it as it was only editing pictures, but there were computer problems and I had to stay for the make-up final. It was about 100 mins and I needed about 10 of them to finish. The other 90 I just sat thought how this was the last official day Ms.Hudson was my teacher. I also sat and talked to her of course. Before I left I had something to give her, but I didn’t want to give it to her to early before I left because I hate when people open things in front of me. I put a lot of thought in to what I gave her because I knew it would be the lasting memory of me and I didn’t want to be forgotten. I still went to her room after school most days because I still had bowling and I still didn’t want to believe she was going. When I saw her the first time after I gave her the gift she told me it made her cry. I didn’t know how to think about that because I was upset she cried but I know the tears meant that it meant something to her. On the last day she was a teacher at BT (February 15^th) I went to see her in the morning to say bye. I gave her a valentine and another little note saying thanks. Then at the end of the day I asked my friend to drive me home because I couldn’t let her leave without saying bye again. Again I remember this whole day like it was yesterday. I am not going to go into detail (not that I haven’t given enough details) but I know that I cried that day and the last physical words she said to me I will keep forever. I think I smiled for the rest of the day after hearing them. There are someday I wish I could just go talk to her, but them I remember she is not there. Those days I am sad, but I know she left for a good reason.

Okay so yall just read all of that thinking, “Emily, why did you tell us that.” Well you just read the story of how I met the person who changed me and who inspired me. She believed in my when no one else did, including myself. I am a better person because I know her and she made me, me. I learned so much from her, not only about design and graphics but about life; Life lessons that I will use forever. This was the story of how teachers can be so much more and how strangers become friends. You all might think that it doesn’t seem like a big deal, well it is to me. Without Ms.Hudson I wouldn’t be blogging right now, I wouldn’t be as confident, and I wouldn’t be as happy. Now that I am crying again, let me end this with; 1.) Teachers are more then teachers, they are people, 2.) Anyone can inspire you, and 3.) Stand out. Don’t be forgotten in the crowd.