I
had
a
dream
last
night
that
I
was
back
in
my
high
school
English
class,
and
my
teacher
from
that
time,
Mrs.
Smith,
was
leading
the
lesson.
It
was
strange
to
be
back
in
that
classroom
after
all
these
years,
but
in
this
dream,
it
felt
like
no
time
had
passed
at
all. Mrs.
Smith
was
still
her
kind,
patient
self,
and
her
love
of
literature
was
evident
in
every
word
she
spoke.
She
had
a
way
of
making
even
the
driest
texts
come
alive,
and
I
found
myself
completely
engrossed
in
the
discussion.
I
had
forgotten
how
much
I
enjoyed
learning
about
books
and
stories,
and
it
was
refreshing
to
be
transported
back
to
that
simpler
time. As
the
class
went
on,
I
began
to
feel
a
sense
of
nostalgia
for
my
high
school
years.
I
had
made
so
many
good
memories
there,
and
it
was
nice
to
be
able
to
revisit
them,
even
if
only
in
my
dreams.
I
thought
about
all
of
the
people
I
had
lost
touch
with
over
the
years
and
wondered
what
they
were
up
to
now.
But
mostly,
I
felt
grateful
for
the
time
I
had
spent
there
and
for
the
teachers,
like
Mrs.
Smith,
who
had
shaped
my
education
and
my
life. The
dream
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too
soon,
and
I
was
disappointed
to
wake
up
and
realize
that
it
had
all
been
just
a
figment
of
my
imagination.
But
as
I
sat
there,
still
thinking
about
the
dream,
I
realized
that
it
had
given
me
a
valuable
reminder
of
the
importance
of
education
and
the
power
of
good
teachers.
I
may
not
be
in
high
school
anymore,
but
there
is
still
so
much
to
learn
and
so
many
people
who
can
guide
me
along
the
way. So,
thank
you,
Mrs.
Smith,
for
all
that
you
did
for
me
and
for
the
countless
other
students
whose
lives
you
touched.
Your
lessons
live
on
in
our
memories,
and
your
legacy
is
one
of
kindness,
dedication,
and
a
love
for
the
written
word
that
will
never
die.