We have horrible school stories at http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=84328, so I thought I would start a thread for good school stories.
My best teacher ever was my Year 9 Co-ordinator/music teacher. He helped me turn my life around and I can probably say that if it wasn't for him, I might not be here to write this post.
I was bullied through school by teachers and students. By the time I met Mr S, I was 15 and a mess. I was a paranoid, anti-social, suicidal mess.
Mr S was the first teacher that believed my parents when they said that something was wrong. Mr S was the first person that put a name to what I was feeling. When you have a name for something you can start to fight it.
He helped my parents and I find a counsellor, outside of school, that I could trust. A counsellor that did not automatically want me medicated. With his help, and the counsellors, I was diagnosed with depression. The counsellor believed that I had had depression since I was 8.
Mr S helped me learn to cope with the bullying. And when things were really bad, he let me hide in his office. He let me rant about what was happening or he would let me sit and cry or even sometimes just sit in silence. His only rules were that I be honest with him and nothing we talked about would leave the room unless we both agreed.
Minus a few dark spots here and there, I have not been depressed since I was 18.
For someone I only knew for a year, Mr S helped me turn my life completely around. Just wish I could thank him.
My best teacher ever was my Year 9 Co-ordinator/music teacher. He helped me turn my life around and I can probably say that if it wasn't for him, I might not be here to write this post.
I was bullied through school by teachers and students. By the time I met Mr S, I was 15 and a mess. I was a paranoid, anti-social, suicidal mess.
Mr S was the first teacher that believed my parents when they said that something was wrong. Mr S was the first person that put a name to what I was feeling. When you have a name for something you can start to fight it.
He helped my parents and I find a counsellor, outside of school, that I could trust. A counsellor that did not automatically want me medicated. With his help, and the counsellors, I was diagnosed with depression. The counsellor believed that I had had depression since I was 8.
Mr S helped me learn to cope with the bullying. And when things were really bad, he let me hide in his office. He let me rant about what was happening or he would let me sit and cry or even sometimes just sit in silence. His only rules were that I be honest with him and nothing we talked about would leave the room unless we both agreed.
Minus a few dark spots here and there, I have not been depressed since I was 18.
For someone I only knew for a year, Mr S helped me turn my life completely around. Just wish I could thank him.
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