[Error: unknown template qotd]In the first 15 minutes of the first time our class went to ice-skating, I was scared. I mean, slipping about on ice with knives on your feet is scary. I'd never even seen ice-skating in person before. I didn't know it would be cold, so I crept around the edges of the rink, holding on so I wouldn't fall.
You told me, in those first fifteen minutes that I was too scared to learn, pulled me off the ice and called my parents and told them I could no longer attend this activity. You weren't even the ice-skating teacher, just my homeroom teacher.
Too scared to learn, you told me. I was
five. I still can't ice skate, and I don't really care, but I believed I was too scared to do
anything (despite fighting against it) for twenty
years.
I'm pretty amazing, but what, I wonder, would I have been without you? Maybe even more.
Believe it or not, I think of you every time I hear a couple of lines from
Fairytale of New York:
I could have been someone.
Well, so could anyone.
