Paying it forward
`I touch the future I teach` Christa McAuliffe Two weeks ago I called in sick to work. I hadn´t been sleeping much, had already cried twice that week, and the idea of having to go into work gave me actual anxiety. I stayed home for two days, and spent most of the first day in my bed. The second day I got up, went for a swim and then I made quite an impromptu stop. I´m sure I´ve mentioned this before, but when I was eleven I had a mentor, let's call him Tim, who was (to quote Mary Poppins) 'practically perfect in every way'. Aside from the fact he taught math ofcourse, but I promised to never hold that against him. It will come as no suprise to some of you that I was a loudmouthed, sarcastic kid, even at the tender age of eleven. I masked my insecurities by being the loudest person in the room and I faked confidence every single day. Life at home wasn't always fun, I think it never really is for a lot of teenagers, and so I would often hang out at school after class