There is nothing two digit IQ about this.
I went to the library a couple days ago. As I was walking into the library, I saw a person I almost recognized, but wasn’t sure. I started talking to him, which I don’t usually do when I don’t recall who someone is.
It turns out it was my fourth grade teacher. I haven’t seen him in more years than I care to think about.
I credit my fourth grade teacher with my love of reading.
I had a chance to tell him that. It was a great experience I find myself at a loss to adequately put to words.
I had a similar opportunity a few years ago to talk with my ninth grade teacher; I credit him with my ability to write correctly.
I credit my sixth grade teacher with a love of writing. I haven’t had a chance to see him, yet. I should make the attempt.
If you can, look up your old teachers and tell them how great an influence they had on you. Of course, if you didn’t like them, let it go.