Au revoir, Mr. J.

Last Friday was the last day for my boss, he left the office for good, he chose a different career path after 10,5 years teaching in my office.

It was a shocking news on the previous Friday when he held a teachers’ meeting in an unusual time and place. When all the teachers had gathered, he spoke up. We were stunned, no one knew he would leave as no one could replace him just yet. He told us that he had been hiding the news since he didn’t want everyone to be surprised. So, starting tomorrow, 13 August, I will never see him again and was wondering when he can come by.

This Mr. J is an American native English teacher. He is a white American with a tall body and blonde hair. He is wearing square glasses and fancy wearing a pink shirt as well.

The first time I met him in an interview, he greeted me with a warm smile and a welcoming body language. He spoke fast as most American do, but one of the clearest accents compared to other natives.

As a boss, he was a humble man, a true leader yet not a bossy one. He fostered me until I became a better English teacher. He taught me how to teach young learners, observed many of my classes just to make sure my teaching skills had developed. And it did. Every time he gave me a feedback, it was always a good one, he seemed happy, and so did I.

But, a few weeks before he left, I let him down. He was quite doubtful at that moment for what I had done, he was questioning many things, and I felt so stupid to have let him upset. I myself cried because I couldn’t help when I made mistakes. I apologized to him and he said he was okay.

I hope he must have known that my apologies were sincere and I never meant any single things I did back then.

A few days before left, I had a one-to-one teacher meeting with him and he gave me a surprising news. He said he appointed me to be in charge of handling young learners and teachers who teach them. The duties are including giving workshops and conducting observations for teachers.

At first, I was worried I cannot do that since I’m not good at talking in front of other people (read: teachers), but I couldn’t help saying no. I know I love teaching children and I guess it is the best time to act out, to challenge myself not to be afraid of talking to people, and most importantly, it is an honor for me to have been trusted for the work I love to do.

Thank you, Mr. J.

You will always be remembered and missed, and I will never let you down.

You are the best boss we have ever had.

Au revoir.

We love you.

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