Why did I dread? What made me afraid of dreaming about that? A student who liked their her teacher should have valued such a dream! But why not me? I figured that out and found a few right reasons why I was even afraid of dreaming about him and his class. He has changed a lot. A great teacher I used to idolize has changed unbelieveably. Or have I myself changed?
My inner self tells me that though I’m maturing, my life principles have always been the same. Do you believe that money can change one person to become a completely different person? I am not sure. I am not in his shoes so I don’t know what else he has gone through in our absence.