I kinda want to share this story which really happened to me. I am not faking it. that story (or maybe stories) really changed my life a lot

why am I sharing this right now? I just want to. probably because of how precious it is for me. I just want to record this down and share it with everyone who sees this

as you guys know, I am not the best student, also not the type to be a teacher's pet. being obedient... isn't really my style, I guess

this story happened on a school trip to somewhere far away for three days. my first day traveling without my parents on a plane. I was... not really happy at first when I knew which teacher was leading my group. a teacher who gave my mum a parent letter because I played tic tac toe with my neighbors in class. I mean, yea, I did something wrong but I just hated having boring lessons

I was a mix of scare and I-don't-care at that moment, I don't know how to explain it. imagine having the teacher, who saw you being bad and warning you not to do so one-on-one, leading your group on the school trip. 

what's 'leading your group'? taking care and guarding you 24/7 it is

it's like a horror movie, isn't it?

at least I thought so, with groupmates who hated me from their bottom of their hearts in my group, and a roommate who hated me for unknown reasons (I DIDN'T EVEN TALK TO HER...)

ps. she heard some rumors about me but changing her mind after living with me for three days. good, good

I was trying to behave during the trip, so I guess I didn't do anything wrong did I? (except inviting my best friend from another room to my room for a overnight party and tricking the teacher into thinking that we are going to sleep, then watching the television while eating snacks)

ps. god, I miss that trip so much (not the illness part though)

pss. oops spoiler

psss. never mind

pssss. what do you mean by 'never mind'?

psssss. whatever, you are wasting time asking that

things are turning bad on the last day. I feel unwell on the bus, wanting to sleep. my mind was dizzy and I could not focus on anything, which was unusual. I thought it was dizziness on the bus or stuff. that teacher walked up to me and asked how I was feeling when I said 'fine, thank you and no worries', she kept watching me for whatever reasons with that weird look in her eyes

I guess she was right, that wasn't a simple dizziness at all. I was burning by the time I was waiting in the airport for the plane. I felt the heat and it was extremely hard to walk properly. my vision was unclear and everything was spinning, like we were living in a torado

as stubborn as I was (still am), I tried to act as normal as possible (like not showing my sickness) as I thought it was not a big deal and it was absolutely not necessary for the entire grade to slow down because of me, that one single person. I kept walking until that teacher spotted me being... a bit unusual (I was usually talkative and playful at that time, sassy and badass as well [I was once very talkative and playful, still sassy and badass though]). she came towards me, telling me to sit down and check my temperature using her hand. when she realized I was having a fever, she found some medicine and gave them to me. she told the others to lead the groups while she was going to stay next to me and take care of me

I sat next to her and rested while she constantly checked my temperature and asked how I was feeling. she actually... acted like a mother... to a mischievous student who disrespected her before...

finally, after wiping wet towels on my head and trying to make the temperature drop, I finally passed the temperature test. I was too tired to feel anything at that moment, but what I knew was that I could go back home without staying at the hospital of that place, alone, scared

I left the plane and the airport with the help of the teacher. she was there with me when she told my parents about my situation (which was scary though I was feeling dizzy at the time and could not really focus). the next day, I went to the hospital and found that I had influenza A

I did not focus on how I stayed in the hospital for two weeks because of my diseases (that I always had and obviously they had weakened my body), all I remember was my mum receiving a phone call from that teacher, asking about my situation

that teacher took care of me even though she knew what I had was able to spread to her. she had a family, she had kids, her kids were desperate to meet her mother (I remember hearing them crying when that teacher was secretly having a facetime call, it was heartbreaking) and there I was, making the teacher sick and possibly spreading the disease to her family and kids as well

and there the teacher was, asking about how I was feeling when herself was sick

after I recovered the returned to school, I seldom saw her. I owed her a lot. I really regretted the fact that I hadn't had the gut to thank her, I just knew that she barely took a sick leave because she had students to teach as well...

she got sick by taking care of me. she could have just left me behind for other teachers to take care of. she should have hated me and I didn't blame her... but there she was, taking care of me and asking whether I was okay

I am in high school now. I have not seen her for two years

that was one story that I had to remember for the rest of my life