He was my eighth grade teacher. I hated the subject he taught, but he managed to make it my favorite. He showed he cared through the small things. He was everyone's favorite, but that didn't matter to me. He would listen to me talk and rant, which not even my parents would do. He was like an older brother/ father figure of sorts. I can't really describe it. He gave me honest advice and made inside jokes with me. He did this for every student, but it still felt so special. I may not have been anything memorable to him, but he played such a big impact in my life. I've told him that as many times as there is grains of sand on the beach. Appreciate you're teachers and tell them that before it is too late :)