Updated: Jun 17, 2018
Yesterday was a bad Bruce day. Bad Bruce brain. Bad Bruce words. Bad Bruce face. (Bad Bruce, etc.) I reached out on LinkedIn to my 11th grade English teacher - Mr. Foster - and I told him I felt like I had boxed myself in.
I started teaching when I was 21 - soft-brained, ambitious, and determined to teach English to students who look like me. Sixteen years later, I'm firmly Ms. Bruce to everyone. I'm proud of myself, but ready for more life.
Mr. Foster heard me, His response: "You are a star and deserve all the great things that come your way." I realized two more things from him in my far-beyond-sixteen years.
Teaching is still the best job I've held thus far, and it took the teacher who inspired me to do it to remind me. Mr. Foster awakened the ambitious teenager inside me. The one who wanted to write the great American novel. He let her know he still saw her. For that, he's still the G.O.A.T.
It feels good to be seen and not just looked at.
Today, I'm better Bruce, etc. If nothing else is certain, I know I'm a writer and a star, if only to my family, my besties, and the teacher who saw me first.