34×365: Mrs. Johnson

Teacher, always comparing me to my older brothers. Guess your degree didn’t teach you to let children be themselves. You apologized years later, but I wonder how many other kids you made hate you.

34×365: Mrs. Whitfield

Teacher. Oblivious to the little girl crying in the front row. Tormented, and you didn’t notice. “What’s wrong with your face?” you asked, and I remember over twenty years later. Thanks for protecting me.

34×365: Tammy W

You lived down the street. We cut snowflakes together and walked your dachshund. You taught me to own up to my screwups. You moved in elementary school. Wish I knew where you are now.