Location: Home, Switzerland
Music: Rette Mich- Tokio Hotel- Schrei
Mood: Sad and devastated.
Last Thursday, the world lost a wonderful man. He was a president, or a soldier, or someone with great power or money. He wasn’t famous, or well-known. Not somebody who lead a group of revolutionary or a Nobel prize winner. He was so much more that all of that. He was a teacher.
Mr. Steffens was my Home Room teacher in Grade 8, at Burnt Elm Public School, and then he taught my brother at Cheyne Public School. He was an awesome teacher, in that he knew how to push us, to make us motivate ourselves. In German class, we were talking of teachers who knew how to put the right sort of pressure. There’s the ones who push us so hard and tire us out, and the ones who know how to bring out the part in us that pushed ourselves. That was Mr. Steffens. I used to hate him because he made it hard for me to get a good mark- but then it became quickly clear to me that he was only trying to push me harder.
Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t take teachers for granted. Teachers are special people who really do more than we will ever understand. They bear more responsibility than any other worker on this planet because they have to teach everything to the future generation. They shape our future more than anything. And losing one of them, is as big a tragedy as it can get.
We’ll all miss Mr. Steffens. I know that there’s a whole load of things that the world will miss out on because we’ve lost him.
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