The Only Depression Found in a Language is the...

... teacher.

I love English. I do, I do, I do. I love to write.

Anything.

At all.

(Even stuff with really bad grammar.)

But English teachers...

I wrote an essay at the start of this term which I loved. My topic was based on an event that made an impact on my life. When given a "free write" for a final essay, I decided to write a follow up on the person in my first essay.

Did I forget to mention my English teacher?

He's definitely not my favorite person. Actually, he's on the top of my list for people who I, uhh... "strongly dislike."

I mentioned that I was interested in writing a follow up essay and he shut me down. He didn't listen to what I said. He had his mind made up. Considering "no" is the shortest possible phrase, it's impact is huge.

... Whatever.

(Don't judge me. Okay.)