今 まで ありがとう,先生

Lately, life hasn’t been kind, easy nor even pleasant sometimes. Where I’m standing, all I see ahead is darkness, doubt and debt. So, whilst trying to look at the bright side of things, I found myself contemplating and ultimately appreciating the little things that still occasionally make me smile and which I hold dearest.

One of which is school. Not college or anything alike, but my Japanese classes that I started taking two years ago.

Although interesting and stimulating, it has not been an easy journey, for it is a very complicated language, classes are every sunday at noon, with very few vacations along the year (we don’t observe the same calendar as the big educational institutions), which has made it difficult to keep social engagements, recreational activities, traveling and leisure. And even so, I have yet to miss more than five classes total.

And as many times as you can imagine, I have been asked, how do I manage to wake up early every sunday to go to school?

I could blab about the commitment I made to myself when I took it upon to study again but there is absolutely no other reason than a guy, the first teacher I ever had at this institution.


For my first class, I’ve received an email detailing that I was to be punctual for this is one of the most important values in the asian culture and we’re not only studying the language but learning as much as our teachers can impart us on their knowledge and experiences on the culture; also, don’t forget to bring a pen and a notebook.

Upon request, I was in time and even got to pick my seat. My class got the biggest classroom, it was full of kids with very anxious and curious faces expecting for for it to begin. But it didn’t. Naturally, it became annoying having to wait around for a teacher who wasn’t showing up.

And fifteen minutes later, he walked in.

A young and not so tall guy (for he is as tall as me), skinny, all dressed in black and with a unique hairstyle.

Leaning against the blackboard, acting very cool and not staring straight at us but at the window on the left side of the room, he introduced himself and proceeded to inform us, in a very rude way, that it would be impossible, for as I’ve stated it was a large group, for him to learn all our names; and right there and then, I hated him, and began to wonder if there was a chance he’d been late because he was filling in for our real teacher, but as the awkward introductions began I realized I would just have to deal.

After all the unpleasantries an some anecdotes, class ended up being very informative and interesting. We received our books and mentally prepared ourselves to begin this journey.

I have never misjudged someone as I did him, for now, he has become one of my favorite teachers.

I know take a moment to remark on the fact that he did learn all of our names and it didn’t even took him more than a week.

Certainly, I’m not praising him as perfect or flawless, but he did manage to do something we really needed: he motivated us and got us hooked on continuing learning the language.

I have, first hand, heard stories of the left-over kids from other large groups who had to integrate with mine because their teachers either did not motivated them or just failed them because of whatever reason. And despite the fact our group is now a patched-up situation of many of these kids and what remains of our original group, we can trace it back to the beginning, to him.

Now, I know my communication skills are not exactly great to say the least, and my actions have been awkwardly towards you because aside from the admiration I feel for you, I developed a tiny crush on you so, in order not to mix feelings and things up and make a mess, I decided to keep a distance, which is how I ended up writing this letter to say 今 まで ありがとう,先生。

But why? You must think, for she’s never come to me in doubt, with trouble nor for help; she doesn’t even raise her hand in class if she doesn’t understand, in fact, I don’t think she’s ever shown me a little respect for she addresses me by my name instead of my title.

Well, I wanted to say thank you because before, with a very few exceptions, I used to hate school, but I can no longer say that, for you’ve made me fall in love with learning like I never have.