Always knock. Maybe not always. But still.

I was visiting my future landlord to check out a room I was planing on renting.

On reaching my landlord suggested I go up and check out the room in case I wanted to rent it. But he forgot to tell me my future boyfriend was still in there. I walk in on him in his PJs, on his bed, watching something on the computer. I was terrified, I had caught him masturbating and stumbled out apologizing profusely.

He got up and came out with this big, open smile and told me it was alright, he was watching Vice, and asked me If I would like some tea.

I invited him to a lecture by a Tibetan Buddhist, Geshe, and we both laughed at the same points. Then we got crepes. He was so open and easy to talk to.

I was a nerd and she a goth.

I actually met her back in 2003 in High School. I was a weirdo and nerd, and she was defensive and went goth. She was rotten to most, but for some reason was always nice to me. I graduated on good terms with her in 2005, but we never became anything.

Later I got a rotten girlfriend, and she got an abusive boyfriend (I didn't know at the time). After graduating college in 2009 I caught my ex cheating on me, so we were done. I moved all over the country to find a job, kind of a life experience really. After a year of searching, I ended up in my original hometown, in the middle of Maine.

One day on Facebook, my goth friend from High School posted about how she was enjoying the new expansion to World of Warcraft at the time. I was shocked and messaged her in disbelief - I didn't know she played games at all. I played World of Warcraft all the time, even though she was Alliance and I was Horde, we still got along.

Well, one day, while we were playing the game, I hear, through the game vent, her boyfriend yelling like crazy, she quickly goes offline. Then she messages me apologizing, saying I shouldn't have heard that. I just reassured her that I'm there for her. Within 4 or 5 months I hear it again, and I am done.

She already had been thinking about leaving him in the summer. They were both unhappy. The night before my birthday, I told her to pack her stuff, and that I'll be there the next day. She was shocked since driving from Maine to Missouri was going to be a long trip. 24 hours later I'm at the border of Missouri, and on my birthday, also Valentine's day, I picked her up. Only to find out that the girl I loved back in High School, really liked me too. But neither of us made a move since we were both really shy.

We have been together for 5 years now, getting married later this year and have a little girl on the way in August. Quite happy with how things turned out.

Double Strike.

I went to one of my work outings at a local bowling place. I kept glancing over at this gorgeous girl standing over by the other lane and occasionally noticed her glancing back. After about half an hour of debating with myself I decided to just go over and speak to her, because what's the worst that can happen right?

So I walk over and start speaking to her, usual flirty stuff, and I feel we hit it off nicely. I walk back to my lane and continue the night as normal and end up home. A sudden fear struck when I realized that I didn't give her my name, number or any means of contacting me... I blew it! I went to sleep, and, to my surprise, woke up the next morning to discover a Facebook friend request from the girl, so I obviously accepted and messaged her the usual formalities and then ask the glaring question: How did you get my name? Her reply was, "You yelled that's how (insert my full name) does it you mofos" after getting a strike. I both hated and loved myself so much for doing that. But it worked out, we've been together in a long distance relationship for 2 years and it's safe to say I'm in love.

Remember to always yell your name after important events!

That kid's not kidding.

It was my first day working on my very first movie set.

I was the on-set costumer, basically, anything to do with actor's clothing was my job.

We were filming a kids movie so obviously there were a lot of kid actors running around. As I walked to the set the trailers one of the kids pointed to a man I had never met and said to me, "that guy loves you" loud enough for both of us to hear.

I was mortified.

But I looked at him, smiled and said, "apparently you love me."

He said, "I guess I do".

We celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary in August this year.

Strangers from different continents.

On Reddit. We got chatting about our problematic families and religion and started sending personal messages to each other. I never thought we would ever be more than online pen pals, more so cause we were on different continents and all. Although that did allow us to be way more honest, I suppose. You don't fear judgment from someone you don't think you'll ever meet, that's the whole intimacy of talking with strangers.

Well, after a few months of that, she ended up traveling to my country with her family. We managed to make a coffee date, which ended with us spending two days together.

We got married in December, she's making me breakfast right now.

Secret's out: I love you even more.

I met the love of my life in Art Appreciation class back in college. We were both 18 years old at that time.

We noticed each other from across the auditorium. He started sitting right behind me. Eventually, after talking in class for a while we went for a walk at the mall. It happened to be Halloween, so everybody was in costumes except for us. Very magical and surreal, now that I think about it. We ended up talking in the parking for a lot of hours. I asked if he would get in trouble with his parents for being out so late. And he nonchalantly said, "Nah."

Well, fourteen years, two kids, and a house later he confessed that his mom called the police and reported him missing that night because it was 2 am and he wasn't home yet. Good times.

Saint Bernard. Best wingman ever.

I was hiking up the mountain with my group of friends. He was hiking alone with his Saint Bernard. My Great Pyrenees wasn't with me because she was too old for that difficult of a hike but seeing, as I am a big dog lover and owner, I ran up to pet his dog. I said, "he's still a puppy isn't he?" He responded, "yeah, how'd you know that?" I said, "his hips are still taller than his shoulders." Small talk and then we part ways. He continues down. We continue up.

My friend asks me why I didn't ask him out. About five minutes later I turn around and race after him. I somehow catch him and gracefully suggest a dog date, if he doesn't have a problem of course. He immediately says yes and asks for my number.

Thankfully the dogs fell in love as fast as we did! Every year we spend our anniversary on the same hike. In two years we got a house together, got another Saint Bernard and made it to the top of 10 mountains together.

Love happens.


One day this blonde girl, prettier than any girl I've ever seen, started working part-time at the kindergarten I was working at. Our first conversation was when she walked up to me and asked me if I like watching animal documentaries. Little did she know I was studying Zoology at the time.

We just clicked and flirting ensued. I used to daydream about her until one day we left for the home together, after a colleague's party downtown. I was drunk and told her I had fallen in love with her in about only 3 weeks of meeting, and she said the feeling was mutual.

That was about 2 years ago. Now I can't imagine my life without her.

At a bar. Classic.

I went to a bar with a fellow shy buddy. I told him to check out a redhead in the corner that I had my eye on most of the night. He says, "I'll go talk to her for you." and walks up to her. I thought, "Where'd he suddenly get the guts?!?"

He pointed me out to her and told her I wanted to slow dance with her. She said OK. I danced, got to know her, and soon started dating her. This was in 1990. We got married four years later and now have an eight year old son together. She still gives me crap for being too shy to ask her to dance.

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.

550 miles away, on a beach. Best vacation ever!

I was with my friends, we rented a house right on the beach. The house across the street from us had some beautiful women stationed. We saw their cars had plates from my state - perfect ice breaker!!

I talked to the one that I thought was fantastic, and turned out she was. Actually, a friend of mine got to her first while I was out fishing. He told me he met a woman and she was awesome. I was like "WHERE, let me meet her!!"

Turned out she lived three miles away from me in the same town. I literally take a right out of my driveway, drive for three miles, then a left to her driveway. Crazy coincidence being 550 miles from home.

That was 15 years ago. Now we've been married for about eight years, have a four-year-old daughter who is unimaginably cute, and our relationship is really strong. We never fight, love each other's company, and are basically inseparable.

I asked her to marry me on that same beach, on the anniversary of the day we met, fourteenth of August. I planned it out and it worked perfectly. We went to the beach at night, laid out a blanket, and watched the stars. I was banking on some meteors which are pretty common that time of year. I was also banking on a clear night sky! And it all worked out! The first shooting star we saw, I said - "what did you wish for?!" And of course she said she wouldn't tell. Then asked me what I wished for. That's when I pulled out the ring and said - "for you to marry me". I get all misty even thinking about it.

Every year we go back to that place. We have a picture from the first day we met - On the stairs to the cottage, making crazy faces. Last year we went and took a picture on the same set of stairs that we met. Us and our daughter, all making crazy faces. It was awesome.

Sometimes it hurts more in the beginning.

I had just broken up with a longterm boyfriend in high school and one of my male friends pestered me for days to get out of the house and hang out with him. For days I said no, but finally agreed when he asked me to go to this house party.

I clarified repeatedly we were going as just friends. Just. Friends.

We get to the party as its dying down. We met the host. I've never met someone I was more repulsed by in my life.

I get up and walk across the room to get away from my increasingly clingy friend and the host stops me and kisses my hand. I look annoyed, he knows I'm annoyed and apologizes. He and tells me that he's sorry, but I'm just so beautiful that he had to. Then goes on, "What would it take for me to be able to kiss you again?"

Me (trying to get him to go away): "If you let me kick you in the nuts, how about that?"

And he agrees, quickly takes my hand and kisses it again. And I nail him in the goods. It was so ridiculous, I couldn't help but laugh.

We've been together for nearly 11 years now.

Funny, my car takes so much fuel nowadays.

A beautiful woman worked at a gas station. I'd often go in, just to see her. I have no idea how much money I spent to just see those beautiful blue eyes and have a small talk. We would flirt back and forth and one day she was on my list of suggested friends on Facebook. I added her and sent her a message.

We started hanging out and the rest is history. The girls's my wife now. Her eyes catfished me though - they were contacts.

She knows what she wants.

I met her when I offered to tutor her friends. She sent me a message asking me to help her instead. We met up a few times and ended up just talking.

We texted a lot after that. I asked her out, but she declined. She said she couldn't because her family was in town. To me, it seemed like she wasn't interested so I assumed she didn't want anything at all. The next night she invited me to meet her and some of her friends at a bar. We ended up going back to her apartment and talking till 4 am. I was still thinking she was just drunk and friendly. She had to kiss me before I really got it.

Kidult love story

I knew her since primary school, year 2 as per our school photo album, just as a friend. We stayed friends until secondary school, but didn't really talked after that and just drifted apart, no reason why really.

I noticed her one day in my college. It was so fortunate that we just happened to go to the same college after school. Even though I had known her for a good part of at least 10+ years of my life, my courage only managed to go as far as to send her a Facebook message. ( The best message I've sent in my life.)

We started chatting online and soon hung out. I asked her out on Facebook itself. She was just as shy. We've been together for 5 years now.

3 pointer from outside the court.

At work as a student teacher.

I was the ancient student teacher, 26 years old at the time when most of the other student teachers were 20-21, and she was the cute girl who worked the "Youth before and after" care program. I would play basketball at the school's gym after school every Wednesday and she took her YMCA kids to the gym to get gym time every Wednesday.

At first, it was just me asking her if she minded me playing ball while she was in there with the little ones. Then it turned in to me playing knockout every Wednesday with the YMCA kids and her. Then it turned into me watching the YMCA kids play basketball while talking to her.

And finally, it turned into HER asking me out for a beer after she got off work. I'm the shy one. We are now happily engaged and recently bought a house together. Cheers!

Out of all places.

I met my current girlfriend in jail. We were locked in a room 12 hours at a time every other day for about two months.

We worked in corrections together, as prison guards. She had just started and was being trained in the Control Room. It's a fairly small room and we were basically forced into conversation. Funny how quickly we fell for each other in that place.

She's the one, for sure.

A tornado got us together.

Well, I should probably add more to the story. We were friends, both studying music. I was pursuing my doctorate, she her bachelor's. A few weeks earlier a tornado had knocked a tree through my roof, so when I heard the tornado sirens going off as I left the grocery store, I decided to go to the college music building.

She was there, along with many others. We waited out what turned out to be a half-mile wide EF-4 in the basement. I tried to get home after but couldn't get there. She went the opposite direction back to her apartment but came back to announce that she had power and Internet, and that we could charge our phones, let our loved ones know we were OK, and even sleep on the couch.

I slept on the couch. The next day we went out to volunteer and give blood, that took the whole day. The following day, since classes were canceled for the semester, I was going to leave to go spend time with my parents, but took her to lunch first, to thank her. As of June we'll have been married 2 years now.

Soul mates maybe?

It was my freshman year of high school in 2004.

I had a personal health class that acted as a home EC type course for the Catholic school. There was an assignment in which the class the class had to be divided into pairs and each had to pretend they're married and put together a full-length project on how to "manage married life". I pulled a name out of the hat, his name, and I'll never forget what I said - who the hell is this guy.

After that first class, we pretty much became best friends for the next 4 years. He was my rock, we were inseparable. We were polar opposites for sure, but it worked. I was wild and crazy and he was campus ministry and straight edge. After we graduated we went our separate ways, he left me without saying goodbye or why he didn't want to be my friend anymore. I was heartbroken.

About 3 years ago I had just started recovering from a really bad head injury and all I wanted to do was get out and watch a movie. It was my first outing in a long while and guess what, we bump into each other at the theatre. He asked to come over and catch up. I wanted to know why he left and stopped being my friend.

We ended up clicking and becoming friends again. About 5 months later we were in Disney together and he spilled the "I've been in love with you since the day we got married in that stupid health class." It's been 2 years now and we're planning on getting ready for our real marriage.

He likes to joke that he clawed his way through the friend zone from all those years ago! I adore him and I'm happy the universe brought us together again.

Be shy, but never awkward.

I stared at her tits.

I have a friend who used to be really creepy around girls (a friend and I straightened him out later). We were all in high school stage crew. On day I see him next to this beautiful girl from the crew, who looked really pissed off. I walk over just to grab him, but interrupted "your friend was staring at my boobs and he isn't allowed to." So jokingly, with the biggest amount of courage, I still don't know where I got it from, I asked "Am I?". She smiled, said yes, and pulled her V-neck a little lower.

Although turning pink I casually glanced at them for a minute. My friend walked away, pissed. She then told me how much she hated him and, eventually, told me she had a bit of a crush on me. Shy me had turned BRIGHT RED now. I asked if she'd like to hang out sometime. She said yes and we've been together for almost four years now.

When you're shy, just pretend you're not.

I hit legal drinking age and started going to a pub nearby, with some friends, every week. I was _boring _and quiet, I'd never talk to anyone. I'd get myself a drink and sit in the corner.

One night an awe inspiring guy came through the door. He had a few drinks, picked up his guitar and started singing. Friday night was Open mic night and each week this guy would stroll in and rock the house. Everybody would buy him drinks, he got a lot of interest from the ladies and was generally viewed as pub god. I had one of those childlike moments where somewhere in me went "I want to be like that guy."

My only issue was I hated the guitar. Guitar was so cliché to me back then (I was in college) and I was no good playing it. But I knew I had a really good voice. I set out to befriend this guy, and with some help from our good old friend - alcohol, I made it happen.

After a few weeks of hanging with him, he came clean. He was super shy too. The guy taught me that nobody has to know you're shy, you can be whoever you want to be. It's all about improvising and acting. And pre-drinks. He said, "next week, you and me." My singing had come up in conversation and we had planned to do a single song - The best song in the world by Tenacious D. It was the manliest conversation I have ever had.

So next week I went to the pub. but I was Mr. cool this time. I was saying hello to people I didn't even know, I was smiling at the ladies and, after three pints, I was ready. By that point I felt like I was on fire. I got up and stood next to him and everyone in the pub got excited. It was open mic, but nobody really ever sang. I'm thinking I won't ever come back here if I screw up. I was the shiest little dweeb - a total nerd, and there I was in front of this drunk audience. My legs went all jelly.

My guitar friend started playing and I missed the first beat. I finally plucked up the courage to sing and pierced the silence. By mid song, the pub was on fire with energy. My friend and I were both singing, we had people going crazy at the back, some of my friends and randoms were now standing in front of us joining in. It was electric and amazing.

Once we finished singing I had drinks bought for me, I had girls coming out of the woodwork; everybody loved us. It was that evening when I met my wife - who knows I'm a total sap, but loves me all the same. We have two kids now.

Hi, you're coming for lunch with us.

In a class of 700 students, I saw this girl sitting quietly on her own. For some reason, even from across the room, she fascinated me. The next day I started seeing her in all of my classes. Not exactly impossible, general requirement courses for the same degree and our timetables matched up.

I finally got over my day dreaming and introduced myself when I found her on the same bus home from university, as mine. It was a short conversation about nothing, she got off before I did. Next day I saw her in the cafeteria, walked up to her and out of the blue told her she was coming to eat lunch with me and my friends.

To this day she doesn't remember the brief conversation on the bus and swears the first time I ever talked to her was when I told her she was eating lunch with us. Married for a little over a year, together for about five now.

Smoothest 'move on' story ever.

I spent years with an abusive partner, planned to leave at least a dozen times, but always chickened out or reconciled.

I woke up one day and felt an undeniable urge to get away. I broke things off, got all my shit together and called the store I had leased my furniture from. I had one payment left so they were obligated to move it.

A guy showed up the next day in khakis and a red hat and spent the day moving all of my stuff, without caring what is under the lease contract and what is not, in the pouring rain, 50 miles away, up three flights of stairs, for free.

At the end of the day, he asked me if he could see me again. It has been two years and we've never spent a single day apart.

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Needless to say I cried. A lot.

My first year teaching was also the year that the American Girl doll store opened up in my city. Naturally, all of the girls had the catalog and were constantly looking at it. While talking to a parent, she asked me what I thought about the American Girl dolls, her daughter wanted one but the mom wasn't sure if she should get it because of the price.

I mentioned that I had always wanted one of the dolls but never got one for the same reason, the price. But I also let her know that her daughter was doing great and school both in academics and behavior, so if she thought she could afford it, why not. You're only young once.

On the last day of school, the mom came to school to pick up her daughter and had a gift for me. I opened the bag and there was "Molly". She and her daughter decided to buy me the doll and made all of my 8-year-old dreams come true.

Needless to say, I cried. A lot. It was hands down the most thoughtful, wonderful gift I have ever received.

That's why I teach.

My first class, I taught on my own (no co-teacher or supervisor), I had a student who didn't participate much in class.

She did her work, kept her head down and people thought she got a bit of an attitude. I loved her writing and always mentioned to her that her writings could make people feel - love, laughter and other strong emotions. And that's what writing is about.

At the end of the year, she wrote me a letter telling me no one had ever said she was a good writer before. I was the first English teacher to encourage her to write. I have laminated that letter (and a few other letters and cards like that) and keep them for days when I need to remind myself why I teach.

You are stronger than this.

My husband suddenly fell ill and unexpectedly passed away one winter.

While I was out of school the two weeks he was in the hospital and the week of Christmas vacation, I had student papers sent home for me to check. I couldn't concentrate for long, it was becoming my worst Christmas ever.

The Sunday evening before I was to return I was feeling pretty low, as I was most of the week. So I grabbed a pile of papers to check as a distraction.

A wonderful high school student had slipped into the stack a long note expressing her sympathy and telling me how much I meant to her and all of her classmates. It also said "You are stronger than this," something I used to say when a student was feeling low.

That note gave me the courage to face the world again.

They collected her memories and made in to a book.

I am a teacher myself, but I think the kindest thing I have experienced was from the staff, parents, and children from the school my mum worked at for 13 years.

My mum was an art teacher and passed away quite suddenly, which was a shock to everyone and so hard on the children. The school closed for the day for the funeral and staff, parents, pupils and ex-pupils organized the wake (a tea party - trust me this is what my mum would have wanted, she loved cupcakes) to be at the school in the hall.

They also collected memories of my mum and made a room dedicated to her, all the children wrote a memory of her, and lots of them made arts and crafts. After the funeral they made the memories into a book for my family, every single child and their parents contributed. Also, even beyond all they had done, they then went further to raise a lot of money for the charity my mum supported and made a large donation in her name.

She said she started liking math because of me

I was a mid-year hire to replace a teacher who left to be a stay-at-home-mom. She had totally checked out by the end of the fall semester and did most of her teaching from a sitting position behind a projector in the back of the room. So when I took over and I was actively moving around the room and teaching at the board, I had several students express their gratitude for being an engaged teacher.

One of my classes pulled their money together to get t-shirts printed with a phrase that I commonly said in class. It was hilarious to walk in one day to see they all had this shirt on and were so proud of themselves.

One girl wrote me the most beautiful thank you card during teacher appreciation week towards the end of the school year saying I was the best math teacher she ever had and she was actually starting to enjoy math because of me.

I don't teach anymore. But I still have that card.

The kid blessed my day.

I took an extra week off after New Years to bury my father (a few years back).

My first day back, I'm in my classroom, getting ready for the second period (I didn't have first) and a student comes in a minute early and says, "Sir, I'm sorry about your Dad."

I smiled, said Thank you, and turned towards the blackboard to finish something. When I turned back, he was gone. I spotted him walking into the classroom across the hall. That's when I realized he was in my period 3 class, not period 2. He could've waited 45 minutes to say something, but he made that little extra effort to see me and bless my day before I start my regular day at school.

If it wasn't for you, I don't think I'd be still enrolled here

I am an instructor at a large university and am blessed with the responsibility of teaching one class with less than 25 students. I've been here a quite a few semesters, and I've had my fair share of students who say that they have switched majors to the major I'm a part of because they enjoy my class so much. It feels good to hear that I'm helping refine someone's life path, but the following takes the cake:

In a previous semester, I had this student. He was a transfer student from a community college. He wasn't the brightest, nor was he the hardest working. He kept to himself most of the time, but he had this knack of always finding humor and making the class laugh. Halfway through the semester, the class was assigned to give an individual, personal presentations allowing for the use of stories and/or personal experiences.

Nearly the entire class had emailed me prior to their presentation with questions regarding how I felt about the topics they were present on - nearly everyone but him. I reached out to him and asked him if he was doing well, just to check in. He quickly replies with a vague reply about what he was working on, and what his presentation topic would be.

I didn't want to force him to tell me this topic area because I didn't want to pry. It wasn't required for the students to clear their topics with me, but I suggested they could do it for guidance.

Then comes the day of his presentation.

I wasn't sure what he was going to present. Half of me expected him to give a humorous presentation, as per his usual behavior in class. However, his presentation was far from that. It was a beautiful memoir of how he overcame his depression after being sexually assaulted as a child and is trying to become a stronger human every day.

I didn't expect it. No one did. His presentation was one of the best presentations of the semester, and probably one of the best I had seen so far.

After the class, I walked out of the building to go to my office, and I saw him sitting outside alone. I approached him and thanked him for sharing his story, and commended him for his courage to share something that personal with the class. He looked at me and his said something I cherish to this date.

"I should thank you actually. I feel comfortable in your class. I am inspired by your energy and love for everyone. You're the only professor I have that keeps me attending this university. Honestly, If it wasn't for you, I don't think I'd be still enrolled here. I would like to grow up into a person like you."

It was a 14 year old adult

I will call this student S.

I was appointed as "the new teacher" to a batch of secondary school. I could see the classroom bonds were strong and feel my alienation from time to time. I was nervous!

I think the children sensed this, and so they were testing me to see how far they could go. I was getting a bit frustrated by the fact that they were closing in on me. I tried to use an authoritative voice and posture. Everyone seemed to respond and settled down, but S gave me this look as if to say, "I thought you were different."

What struck me about S was the very clear leadership skills he possessed. He began to rile them up and single-handedly brought the class to a state of frenzy. Another striking thing was that he was sensitive and aware beyond what his age people are.

When he found that I was almost to the point of losing control, he literally said to the rest of the class, "Okay guys, let us settle down now and listen. The class time is almost over, he must finish what he set out to." And it wasn't condescending, but genuine.

Later that day I called him and thanked him. I told him he was a natural leader and that he should use his influence to help and not to lead astray. I explained to him what he had done and he seemed surprised.

He told me he liked me as a person because I spoke to him as a person and not a student who didn't know anything. He told me he loved that I treated him like a "14-year-old adult."

The concept stayed with me throughout my tenure. I was interacting with 14-year-old adults who were just younger than me and needed respect and compassion.

S told me that some students will be motivated by fear, some by interest and some by obligation. But some would strive to do the work because they loved the teacher. Then he said to me, "I like how you treat me, that is why I like what you teach."

Years later he messaged me and told me that he became the adult that I treated him like. It was an exhilarating feeling of pride and love and gratification that I had never felt before and that I always remember.

This little angel in my class.

To be honest, I don't compare my students with each other. They all are very special to me. I don't treat them as my students, they are part of my life and very close to my heart. But there is this one student who never failed to impress me.

This little girl is 8 years old and is in 3rd Grade, originally from Pakistan and now living in USA. She is very curious and is often asking me all sorts of questions. I don't how the conversation got there, but she was telling me that she agrees that everyone has got different sections inside there brain. One for food, one for studies, two for games, etc. I was really enjoying the conversation, so I asked her, "What if you have to fill all those sections with just one thing?? "

I was expecting her to say chocolates, candies, toys or something along that line. But I got stumped when I heard her answer. She said that one thing is going to be "Good Memories".

I was speechless. I can't express how much that little angel impacted me by that answer.

She is average in studies and her parents always complain about it. Once her mom started scolding her in front of me for her performance in school test and I was wondering do marks on scorecard define the capabilities of a student.

To love is to share lunch

I had a student with Autism. We developed a tradition at lunch where I would ask for one of his cookies and he would say no. Sometimes I would act like I was going to take one and he would grab them. As I walked away, he would hug his cookies and smile. It was our daily joke.

On Monday morning of Teacher Appreciation Week, he realized he didn't get me anything and started to panic. I kept reassuring him that it was ok, but he continued deeper into a "meltdown." He ran to his lunchbox and pulled out a cookie and gave it to me.

I would have kept that cookie forever if he hadn't been so excited to see me eat it.

When you suddenly realize your student grew up

I teach private trombone lessons in middle schools.

A couple weeks ago I was working with a 6th grade beginner who was finally making some serious progress after weeks of struggling to figure out the mechanics of making a pleasant sound by buzzing into a long bendy piece of metal.

As we were playing some long tones, an 8th grader who I've taught for the past 2 years opens the door to the practice room. This kid has been through some stuff since I've known him and he isn't always the nicest, or most socially graceful of the middle school boys I teach.

He looks right at the awkward little 6th grader and said something along the lines of:

"You sound great man! I remember hearing you when you first started at the beginning of the year and you've made a ton of progress! Keep it up!"

Seeing my formerly troubled student act with such maturity and kindness, and seeing how happy it made the younger boy was amazing. I may have teared up a tiny bit.

Here's mine and here's yours. Yay!

I work at a learning center.

A small kid came up to me one day, hugged me, told me he loved me and gave me a necklace with those little plastic letter beads on it that spelled out my name. Then this kid showed me his necklace and said he went out with his parent on the weekend, all of them were getting this necklace made so he thought I should get one too.

I still have that necklace. Always reminds me why teaching is the best job in the world.

When your shyest student expresses their love

On my birthday last year, my second-grade students were acting particularly out of control. In an attempt to reign them in I said, 'How can you guys be so mean to me on my birthday.' And everybody was quiet and settled. The day went well, everyone was really nice to me.

After school, I was called to the office. When I walked up, I saw my shyest student standing there with his mom. He had asked her to take him to the store immediately after school so he could get me a birthday present.

It was an adorable pair of earrings that looked like rulers. It made my whole day better, and I made a point to wear them often for the rest of the year.

You never gave up on me. Thanks.

The best gift I ever received was a letter from my worst behaved student in my mailbox after the last day of the school year, just one week into the holidays, explaining how thankful he was for having me as a teacher because, as he wrote, 'We may have had our ups and downs, but you never gave up on me.'

I suddenly felt children are more sensitive and grown-up than we think they are.

When a students understands you when adults don't

I'm a band teacher, and this is my first year as a teacher. Honestly, so far it has been kind of rough.

It seems like the parents aren't pleased with what I'm doing, I got on the wrong side of the loudest parent a couple weeks back and I have had several parents actually yell at me over random things. The principal has to back the parents and so isn't happy with me either.

I know I can never be a strict teacher and I think I don't really have to because music can't be and shouldn't be forced on anyone. This art demands extreme passion and self-motivation.

Anyway, I was helping one of my students learn music for "Honour band" auditions after school. After we finished up, she told me that her mom noticed a vast improvement since the start of the year. She also told me that her elder sister, who happens to be in one of the senior classes, thinks I'm one of the best junior school music directors to teach at the school in over 5 years.

At this point, I started tearing up. It was the first time I was complimented on how my new job. That was only last week and It meant a lot to me.

5th graders are the cutest species on this planet

I have two beautiful stories from a 5th-grade class I worked with as their reading teacher.

First, I had a kid who was ALWAYS distracted but genuinely tried his best. Sweetest little guy.

One day he walks up to my desk with an expression of pure joy, his face red with a smile stretching up-to his ears. Proudly he reaches my desk and suddenly his expression was replaced by the most baffled face I've ever seen. He then solemnly said, "Miss, my thought just chugga-chugga-choo-choo'd away." Heavily he marched back to his desk and sat down while I tried not to die laughing.

Second one.

On my last day as a teacher, before I had to switch to subbing due to health needs, a boy who'd been giving hell to every teacher the entire year came up and gave me a hug.

This kid had a hard situation and would try everything in the book to get out of class, which was why he was my "partner" in class projects. I'd take as much time as we needed to get through a page and be very patient with him.

So, he hugged me as I was leaving and said I was his favorite teacher because I never got mad, and I needed to come and sub his class, so he'd know I hadn't ditched him forever.

I held it together until he left, and cried in the car, and you better believe I took every sub job to his classroom that year.

The kid is finally in a better situation and I couldn't be happier. Sometimes all it takes is "a lot of love".

Deep talks

I am a school teacher and I once had a student, who was often the notorious one, come to my desk, just when the class got over and everyone was running out, and say,

"Mister. I just realized. Teaching is a hard job. I couldn't imagine doing what you do every day. You're really good at it."

Everything went back to normal, he seemed to have forgotten that he said something like that, but I was deeply moved in that fraction of a second.

Got you fam.

In the middle of teaching a math lesson to my fourth graders, I got a paper cut. I said ouch, and then spent a grand total of about two seconds looking down to examine the damage.

When I looked up, one little boy was already standing in front of me holding a band aid. So darn sweet.

You look great in glasses. Honestly.

On my first year of teaching kindergarten, a parent asked of I could help their daughter using glasses. She felt under confident wearing them.

So when she came to class with them the next day I told her how beautiful she looked, but she didn't believe me. The next day I wore glasses and came to the school, and she said to me "oh you are the most beautiful teacher, you look wonderful" and that gave her the security she needed. She proudly wore her glasses from then on.

Every teacher was once a student themself

I ended up as a high school English teacher straight out of college.

They were all nice kids and though I had some hiccups initially, things were running pretty smooth towards the end. When I decided to quit after getting a job in journalism, my actual profession, this one girl whom I had helped a lot over the year ran up to me, hugged me tight and said, 'ma'am please don't go, you're the only one who understands me.'

Being young and still fresh into the adult-job life I could totally understand where she was coming from and what this bond meant for her.

She started crying and I ended up crying with her.

On the way back I was thinking about all the amazing teachers I had and how they had really impacted my life.

A good teacher helps you like your parent, sometimes even better than them.

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