It's times like these that make you reflect back on what was and how it could have been. A little more kindness. A little more attentiveness. A little more hard work.
You questions whether that would have made a difference to him. To know that each of his students appreciated him at that point in time, instead of just now when its "too late".
I know, for myself, I wasn't my best in his class. Secretly grumbling under my breath sometimes. Although also secretly I wanted to do better in his class. For myself and to prove to him that I was capable.
It wasn't often he smiled but when he did it felt like it was something well earned. His strict demeanor and honest evaluation of individual classes was refreshing in that he took the time to grow us according to our pace (somewhat (: )
For his sacrifice, I will try to always remind myself to be kind to my current and future teachers because I never know what tomorrow will bring and I don't want to regret not appreciating them.
I appreciate you Mr Yong. I will miss you.
