An Ode to my Wonderful TEACHERS

When we were kids, MOST of us hated school, we hated homework, we hated quizzes and exams... We hated our TEACHERS!!

Most of us wanted to go to school to have fun with our friends, to play sports, to take part in clubs and activities, or to meet that girl/boy we liked... Some did not even want to go to school at all!!

Most of us did not understand: What would we use Geometry for in real life!!

Most of us did not get it: Why do we need to learn about ancient history, it is history, who cares!

Most of us did not like it: This complicated Physics is irrelevant, I want to be a writer when I grow up, why waste my energy on it!

Most of us did not tolerate it: So much material to cover, so many quizzes and exams, too much pressure!!

Most of us took it out on our TEACHERS: Disrespect, Practical Jokes, Pranks, and some really Nasty Pranks... We were creative in ways to get our frustration on our TEACHERS!

MOST of us were wrong my friends...

TEACHERS made us who we are today...

TEACHERS shaped a lot of our talents, strengths, and powers...

TEACHERS prepared us for real life, for the tough journey, for our future...

TEACHERS sacrificed themselves to ensure we can make it in life...

TEACHERS were generous and loving humans who gave us priceless wealth...

TEACHERS spent most of their lives dedicated to us, the mostly ungrateful students...

This post is not about the science or art or talent of teaching or education or any of that!! There are professionals and experts for this!!

This post is a Thank You, a genuine, heartfelt, grateful Big Thank You to all my wonderful TEACHERS...

This post is an apology, a very long overdue apology, for not appreciating and acknowledging all my wonderful TEACHERS...

This post is an Ode to my Wonderful TEACHERS, on the occasion of TEACHERS DAY yesterday in Lebanon...

Thank Mrs. Hannoush for making me fall in love with English Writing...

Thank you Mr. Baghdadi and Mr. Ibrahim for making me adore Arabic classes...

Thank you Mr. Abou Daher and Mr. Boudaher for making our English classes more like fun lessons in life, not just English...

Thank you Mr. Qaisi and Mr. Hannoush for expanding my brain processing power to levels I never knew was possible...

Thank you Mrs. Sabbiyoun and Mr. Jba3i for making me enjoy Chemistry, a topic I never liked before...

Thank you Mr. Skafi and Mr. Harfoush and Mr. Bzee3 for making me fall in love with Science and Physics in the most creative ways...

I can probably write pages and pages about my wonderful TEACHERS, even from elementary school, but I will stop with this, thanking everyone I did not mention above, and thanking the TEACHERS of today, and tomorrow... Thank you... Happy TEACHERS Day...

The Spell of LOVE

She was a strong independent woman. Successful at work, loved by her friends, close to her family! She had a busy schedule, but not too stressful... She often planned outings with her friends, fun outings, fun nights, fun activities... She would visit her family often, and keep that lovely strong bond with her parents and siblings... At work, with her friends, wherever she is present, her smiles are contagious, like a positive spell that captivates anyone who witnesses her beauty... She was very well respected, adored by everyone who knew her, up close or from a distance... On top, she is a caring and loving single mother... From the look of it, you would say, she had it all, she is in a happy place...

He was a social butterfly, always out with friends, always making plans, activities, outings, hangouts, anything to bond with people... He loved his work, and was loved by his colleagues as well... Professionally he was good at what he did, highly recognized by his peers and superiors... He was the shrink of his team, with colleagues seeking him for advice, for support, venting out their issues and problems, spelling out all their daily stress... He was a good listener and a good advice giver... He was also a Joker and a Flirt, in the good sense! On top, he was a caring and loving single father... From a distance, you would think, this guy has it all worked out, he is having the time of his life...

Her crossed path with Him... Unplanned, unexpected, yet, Cupid, it seems, had his mind made up... She and Him were suddenly talking, texting, hanging out, bonding, and getting closer and closer to each other...

Her smiles became more contagious, her happiness barometer was at all times high...

His compassion for his friends and colleagues became more controlled, with boundaries...

She kept doing all she used to do before meeting him, and those around her, who thought she had it all before, now witness a new level of having it all...

He kept doing most of what he used to do before meeting her, and those around him, who thought he got it all worked out before, now admire this improved (controlled) version of him...

But she is human...

And he is human...

And humans make mistakes...

It is bound to happen, to her, to him, or both...

Fast forward, and a mistake happened!

The mistake caused a fight, an argument, a misunderstanding, confusion, shock, hurt, and a breakup...

Her smiles became less contagious, her happiness level faded, a bit...

His compassion for his friends and colleagues became a bit meh, weaker, and shallower...

She kept doing all she used to do before meeting him, and those around her, who thought she had it all before, now noticed something was off, something was wrong, the vibe was off...

He kept doing most of what he used to do before meeting her, and those around him, who thought he got it all worked out before, now they notice he was engaging less, talking less, doing less...

She did not talk to him, she had strict rules, standards, and beliefs, even if she wanted to, even if she had that burning urge, she just didn't talk to him...

He did not talk to her, but he was thinking of her, of what action to take, without hurting her, he was confused, he was hurting, but he just didn't know how to talk to her...

She was telling anyone who wondered: Anything wrong? She simply replied: All is good...

He was telling anyone who wondered: Anything wrong? He simply replied: All ok...

She was going about her normal day at work, attending meetings, working on her tasks, doing her thing...

He was listening to a romantic playlist while working... A song came up, his meh face suddenly put on a smile, he paused what he was working on, he rewinded the song, he focused on the lyrics, he smiled, smiled more, then a happy tear followed, more happy tears, now mixing with a smile, with images of her smile in his head... It was a song that expressed what he felt, what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do... Could it be?

He sent the song to her, hopeful, excited, anxious, and waited...

She saw the message, she paused what she was working on, she opened the song, focusing on the lyrics, she smiled, smiled more, then a happy tear followed, more happy tears, now mixing with a smile, with images of him in her head... It was a song that touched something deep inside of her and ignited her emotions, those she kept at bay... Could it be?

He was waiting, anxiously, then he called her, with a big hopeful and loving smile on his face...

She answered, anxiously, with a joyful and lovely smile on her face...

They talked, for hours, they reconciled, they rekindled, her and him, melting in emotions, longing for their next encounter, with contagious smiles all around...

This, my friends, is the SPELL OF LOVE...

I leave you with this quote from my current lovely K-Drama show:

"It’s nice to be single. It’s comfortable. You don’t need to worry about anyone. But the thing is, the joy of being single can just never compare to the joy of falling in love!"