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Topic: First Day of School (06/28/04)
TITLE: The Teacher
By Michael Antonovich
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All these thoughts raced through my mind as I approached the classroom. It was at the end of the hall and was the only one with light coming out of the glass paned door. I wondered if there was still time to turn back or to hide. But then the door opened and the teacher stepped into the hallway and waved to me. I had no choice but to go in.
The teacher smiled at me and welcomed me. He told me how much he had looked forward to meeting me. I felt small and slightly intimidated by the teacherís superior credentials. I had heard only good things about the teacher and felt like I didnít deserve to be here at all.
I took my position in the class and looked at all those around me. I recognized no one. Well that is what I had expected. But I got the impression that no one else knew anyone else either. However the teacher seemed to know this and asked each of us to briefly introduce our self and tell a little about our lives. Each person took their turn at telling their story and finally it got to be my turn. I panicked. Everyone else seemed to have such exciting stories to tell about their lives. In fact, they all sounded like saints. But my life had been rather non-descript so I didnít know where to begin.
As I stammered trying to think of something to say, the teacher came over to me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, ďDo not be afraid. You are among friends now. All of your worries and problems are gone forever. Relax and rejoice with us.Ē At that, I looked up into the teacherís eyes and felt his peace radiating out to me. I knew that everything would be alright now and I knew the teacher would be my best friend forever. And with that simple thought, I was able to let go of the sorrow over my sins and of my death and rejoice in being with and learning from the Teacher forever.