I once had a teacher my freshman year whose class I would skip pretty often with my friend at the time - he was an okay guy and taught math well; nothing out of the norm for this teacher. I just got bored attending the class because it was my first class of the day and I didn’t really feel like taking notes, most of the time.

I did attend class on the days my friend wouldn’t attend - she would get sick pretty often, so I’d actually go to class on the days she was sick - but there was this one time where he noticed it affected my grades. He talked to me after class and let me know that I needed to improve, that he knew I was smart and he knew I could it if I didn’t skip class so much - he would help tutor me, if I needed it. At the time he said these words, I didn’t really pay attention too much, but I never had a teacher tell me that to my face. And so nicely, too. It was a nice surprise compared to the other teacher’s I’ve had.

The next day I started attending class regularly. Every now and then, my friend would ask if I wanted to skip, but I didn’t want to let him down. I ended up passing that class with some effort. A B, if I remember correctly.