#26

It was the last day of class, another term has ended and I wouldn't see you again after you give us our class cards. You never really taught us anything about the subject (I completely forgot about the name of your class, all I know is it was a business class, a pre-requisite to Quatech), you only told stories every time you sat in front of us. You lived a good life, I thought. You probably thought your experiences were more worth knowing than the facts contained in that book I never bought.

It was the last day of class and I wouldn't see you again after you give me my class card. I doubt that you even know my name or anyone else's. While you were erasing your writings on the board, I went up to you and poked you (yes, I did poke you) and said: thank you, sir. I walked out when I saw you were about to cry.