There are teachers who motivate you to work hard and move forward. There are teachers who know that you may not necessarily be good at a subject but they continue to help you. There are teachers who will acknowledge your presence in the class, even if you don't answer any questions. There are teachers who will encourage when you answer a question in such a class, even if they know you won't be answering again in a long time. Then there are the other kind of teachers.

There are teachers who will ignore your presence in the class. There are teachers who will choose to not acknowledge you even when you have your rare moments of answering questions in the class. There are teachers who will demotivate you by continuously praising the better students and comparing them to you. There are teachers who will not be paying attention to your requests and doubts because you are bad at their subject and not worth their precious time.

To all the teachers of the first kind, the ones who motivated me to work harder and score well. The teachers who helped me out with my queries even if they were the silliest of questions. To those who made sure that I put in my best effort, regardless of whether I like or dislike the subject. The teachers who made me love the subjects I hate and be better at subjects I love. Thank you. Thank you so much for being there for means understanding my problems. Thank you for making time for me so that I can achieve much more with my potential. Thank you for making me believe that I am capable of much more than I think I am and not letting me feel bad about myself. Thank you for everything you've done.

Now, for all the teachers of the second kind. I know I should not be saying this because you are older than me and must be respected, but respect is to be earned not by age but by actions. There are criminals older than me, but that doesn't mean I respect them. Playing the teacher card doesn't get you respect. No matter how well you teach, your methods of teaching don't get you respect, the way you interact with your students does because teaching well is a part of your job description and treating well is a choice. It is a choice you make that ensures your respect.

So no, I do not respect you even though you teach very well and I would like to say a little something to you. Fuck you. Now note the sarcasm as I say my next words because I am not sure that your boomer mind will be able to comprehend it.

Thank you for making me feel like shit. Thank you for making me feel useless and a waste of space. Thank you for not noticing me at the back of the class even when I knew the answers. Thank you for making me hate the subjects I once loved. Thank you for making me despise the subjects that the teacher before you made me fall in love with. Thank you for ruining my good memories with the subject and the teachers before you. Thank you for ruining my mental health and self esteem, making me feel like I'm no good just because I scored terribly on the first test you ever gave us and made you think I was bad at the subject. Thank you for ruining the peace in my mind.

That time when you went around checking everyone's answers and telling them whether they were wrong or right and just walked by without even looking at me. That time when I raised my hand but you chose the kid in the front seat because he always knows the answers and would never disappoint you. Thank you for making me feel like a disappointment, for making me feel worthless.

I hope you are happy celebrating with your favourite students who scored really well while I sulk here knowing that I could have done much better but I have ruined my future prospects.

They say that the kind of teacher you get shouldn't change your opinion about the subject, then how come this statement is invalid for when they make you like it but turns valid when you start hating the subject. The kind of teacher you have does impact the way you look at a subject, it makes all the difference. It is the line that links your potential and your appreciation for the subject.

I had a choice when I was told that I had to pick the subjects for specialization, when they said I could choose what I wanted to study. I chose your subject because the teacher before you made me like it. If I would have known that you would be teaching me with your toxic methods that scar a students brain, then I would have never chosen it when I could. At least I could have lived with the happy memories I associated it with rather than the mental health issue it came with. Thank you for ruining it for me.

You're not welcome for this message. Fuck you.