it. She really took her time. She did not want us to learn the stuff then forget it the next day. Most teachers are just worried about people passing their class. Mrs. Young wanted the best for us. Not only was she a good person, but she had a way of getting information down to our level where we could understand it. If it were not for her, I might be in the gutter somewhere.Tabitha Young was not just a teacher; she was also one of my friends. Now everyone knows that teachers in North Carolina do not make that high of a salary. This did not matter to her; she would give anyone her last dollar if they needed it for any reason. None of us truly understood how much this teacher cared about her students until one day. The day started out as any normal day. All of the students were just sitting there chatting away with each other. Then as our teacher walked in the door, we all noticed that something was wrong. She did not have her usual angelic look about her. This look was of sadness. One individual asked her what was wrong. She then proceeded to tell us what was wrong. A student she had been working with had dropped out of school. She then started crying like no one else I have ever seen cry before. She cried from the heart. We all knew that she was hurting. One of my fellow classmates got up and gave her a hug. All of the others just sat there in disbelief. Then finally, we all got up to console her. That day we did not do any schoolwork. Everyone just sat there for the rest of the class and thought about what had just happened. I did not realize it then, but that moment would change my whole outlook on life.After school, I went home, and I was still thinking about it. I then realized what had happen. She loved her students more than anyone else did. People say stuff like that all the time but nobody ever means it; this teacher cared. The older I got the more I wanted to do something important for people. I wanted to ...
