The journal of Richard Garza
12 December 2006
Since I have been in my cognitive class at Telford Unit Texas, I have seen and have also experienced a transformation. I've seen people change their way of thinking and actually apply the tools they learned to their problems.
I myself have used some of the tools that I have, so far, learned. They have been a great help to me. As for my teacher Ms. Smith, she is a wonderful teacher. I can actually place her in one of the spots of teachers that actually cares for the students' education and how they actually feel. She, like Mr. Hail and Mrs. Patlon, show compassion towards their students.
These past couple of weeks, I have seen a different side of my teacher that I haven't seen in most teachers. When we talked to her about our problems, she sympathizes and empathizes with you and your feelings. When we're hut, she hurts with us and at time cries with us because she can feel our hurt and pain. That means a lot to us because someone actually cares to take the time for us.
Some teachers only teach and take their job just as a job, but not Ms. Smith. With her credentials, degrees, and experience, she could be teaching at a better paying job or school but chooses to work for Windham at TDCJ because she cares enough to see us rehabilitated and believes and feels that she can make a difference in our lives.
Thank you Ms. Smith for your love for others because when you teach us, you teach with the right means and with love. You do make a difference. She has a beautiful character and lovely heart and great sense of humor. She is an inspiration to some of us students. She's also an encourager. Always encouraging us to do better.
What a wonderful teacher we have... Ms. Smith.
14 December 2006
This can't be! I don't know why this is happening! I'm waking up anxiously. At night, in my dream, I see her just as clear as I see her when I'm awake. But in my dream, it's only about me and her in her assigned room. I'm sitting in my spot and listening to her. She's talking and only to me, wanting me to strive to do better. For my self. She speaks to me softly, gently, soothingly, and caringly.
She sits at her table, and I feel her eyes on me as I work quietly. I look up and her eyes are on me. She smiles. I smile back and put my head back down. One minute passes. Two minutes pass. I still feel her blue eyes watching me. I look up and she shies away with a curious grin. I smile and look at her for a couple of seconds and I catch her glance back at me. Our eyes lock and we both smile. My heart starts to race. The attraction is strong. This has been going on for some time.
Why do I feel this strong connection towards her, this attraction. I get butterflies in my stomach when I'm around her. Throughout the day I think of her and now in this dream, I dream of her. She is so beautiful inside and out.
I get up from my chair and approach her. She's smiling at me as I impend. As I get close, I'm thinking of telling her how I feel about her. As I open my mouth to speak; a beeping noise comes out from my mouth and she looks stunned. I close my mouth and she has a puzzled look on her face. I open my mouth again and -- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
This beep gets louder and she's fading fast! I reach to hold her near and call to her, but all I heard is -- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Suddenly I'm awake. My heart beating from excitement. It's Tuesday morning and I get up, shower and get dressed, and I'm in a hurry, I'm out the door, off to see my dream girl. But before I go, I'm going to leave you with this. It's called, "The Secret."