When My English Teachers Started Liking Me

Both of them.

Maybe you wouldn’t call it starting to like me as much as you would say stopping disliking me. I spoke of them here.

One passed away a few years subsequent to being my English teacher and as I understand it, almost immediately ceased holding such hard feelings toward me.

The other one seeming to be a bigger person ceased actively hating me quite so much after my graduation. Now only an occasional recommendation request sent to her about me will cause her problem to flare up again. I try to keep that from happening, but from time to time, Rolling Stone or Time Magazines will find a way to get in touch with her asking questions about me.

She has found a suitable home to visit for a few weeks until she can recover from her bouts.