Every September I Remember

As with everyone else in this world, American or not, every September I remember where I was on September 11th, 2001.

While I remember the events of that day in detail, I also remember a teacher that influenced my life. There is a very slim chance he remembers as I was not an extraordinary student in any way (at least not in my recollection). This teacher was my homeroom teacher in the 7th grade when the 9/11 attacks happened. Though I won't forget where I was that day, I remember him for another reason.

He was a teacher of dry humor that I seemingly enjoy more than the rest of the class. He happened to teach algebra as well. And the first thing he said in class was: "All you have to do to pass this class is solve for x. It's simple, all you have to do is solve for x." And I remembered that lesson to this day. It may have been one of the most influential moments in my life growing up.

It was been a constant reminder that I need to focus on the problem. I attribute much of my problem solving and logical thinking to that one lesson.

Of course, I aced that class.

As years go by, more meaningful moments and lifelong memories are created in September (I don't have to state any details for those who made it possible). And this year was no different. I will remember this September not only because of the happiest of times but for some of the hardest points of my life.

September. It used to be the month that came before the best month of the year (and I say this probably not for the reason you think). Now, September has become something more.