Mr. Not-so-great Fictional letter

Hi Mr. Not-so-great teacher,
Just a short hi from a former Grade 10 Math student who is now a Math teacher in Bahrain.  I bet you still remember me as I my always spell trouble- homework/seatwork.worksheest are either incomplete, obviously copied hurriedly, or non-existent for all I care.  It's amazing how I can come up with creative ways to tune out of your class for almost the entire year, while managing a semblance of deep thought or profound reflection. I've honed my astral travel skills that year, my thoughts in some far-flung exotic resort, while my body pinned down in my  desk.  I have not learned an iota of useful information from you, with all the mumbo-jumbo about projectile paths, exponential decay or inconsistent systems.  To be fair, I've not learned anything at all from my other teachers as well.  One thing I can credit you though, you generally leave me in peace.Perhaps you've divined the futility of any effort.  Oh, and that brings me to why I'm writing after all these years.  For some odd reason, my Grade 10 report card survived the Great Bonfire.  That was when I burned all my school stuff in a nice bonfire when I freaked out in the early part of Grade 12 coz I was so pressured to graduate that year.
Except my Grade 10 card, which is now right in front of me. At the end of the term, you said and I quote: Bryan has a lot of potential in excelling in math as he is can be focused if he wants to. I don't know if that potential stuff lay buried in my unconscious mind  all this time.  What I know is that I'm now a math teacher, and a pretty good one at that.  So what are the odds of that, eh?
Incorrigible student


Greatest hopes: That my students will appreciate the inherent beauty of Math and gain profound satisfaction in doing math the rest of their lives.

Greatest fears:  That despite best intentions, my Math class was so traumatic or boring or irrelevant that a student would want to erase all memories of it in her long-term memory.