I’ve learned that I am actually a better teacher than I thought because I lead by example as a role model, even when I am not trying. My family would probably be surprised to see that I talk about them and what I’ve learned from them almost daily. I write or call my family at least once a week. I have no friends. I miss traveling and socializing with people, especially women. I played several different sports for years at different levels in school.
My teacher, who was deaf after an accident in the army, taught me to be responsible. I see love as an ideal abstract. I remember my first day of school. Learning sustains and comforts me. Peer pressure and drugs led me here.
