Speak. Say something. What are you afraid of? Don’t think, just speak.
At some point or another, I lost my ability to speak up, to use my voice, to open my damn mouth. Maybe I never had the ability to begin with, or maybe I did.
I tell myself I have power. I tell myself I have so much to be proud of. I tell myself that I feel confident. But…
I want to tell you that I couldn’t have gone this far if you hadn’t believed in me. I want to tell you that if I’m a good writer, it’s because of people like you. I want to tell you that you helped me appreciate my words, the words I once thought meant nothing. I want to tell you that I always look forward to your class because every time I walk out that door, I feel like a better writer. I want to tell you that you’ve made a difference in each and everyone of your student’s lives. I want to tell you, but my lips are locked. I’ve always wanted to tell you.
Hopefully, some time in the near future, I’ll learn to speak for myself, just like I learned to write. But until that day, let me use my simple words to thank you.
Comments (2)
shoot...in a moment of self-indulgence I allowed myself to think you were talking about me. :) Alas, I have no students...and you're far beyond anything I could teach you. Time to sit back and enjoy your gift...
cheers,
Dick
Posted by hairofthedawg | March 4, 2006 1:55 PM
Posted on March 4, 2006 13:55
I´ve just wondered, you are so young but you write like a mature. i ve found your website accidently and i ve read it for about an hour. I'm proud of you as an iranian girl. believe yourself.
Posted by Hayahoo | March 5, 2006 1:28 PM
Posted on March 5, 2006 13:28