Coach Scott's death than not death scene actually made me cry (And yes I still think he is going to end up dead) Him and Nat's storyline this season has hit really close to home to me.
So i'm going to use this an a excuse to write about one of the teachers who had a really big impact on my life. Unsurprising for the girl who runs a tumblr fan blog I wasn't really a sports kid (despite my height) so I was never going to have a "Coach Scott" rather I had my year 12 legal studies teacher.
The year prior was not great, I had a pretty big knock to my confidence and a very nasty friendship group fall out so I hid in the humanities and even than I was struggling, the whole year I didn't feel like me. I was putting up a mask more so than normal, the school I went to was very upper class all girls (and lets be real pretty conservative) to put it simply the middle class queer kid was never going to have an easy time. I'd beg to move anywhere else for years and that never happened. My home life was a mess, I had a really bad break up in the middle of the year and I was just so tried of everything.
But his class, Legal Studies was the one place where nothing felt wrong, I could walk in there argue till my heart desired and all would be well. He always made sure everyone who put a hand up got a chance to say there point but would also stop if anyone said anything too hateful. The classroom just felt safe, in a year where I spent most of it on the edge of dropping out his class was the one class were I consistently tried.
He never comment on the fact that somedays I would rock up to his classroom in the middle of lunch before the class started, burnt out on shitty friends and regent he simple just made sure the door was unlock when he saw me sitting by the door one day or that some day I would hang back asking question I clearly already knew the answer to because I didn't want to go home and face my mum. He gave me two drafts with out me even having to ask despite the fact we were only meant to get one due to my dyslexia and somehow unlike every other teacher I had he didn't make me feel dumb for needing it. He was funny and sweet and always there if I needed anything in a year were I didn't have a safe place to land it meant a lot, even if I stubbornly never used it.
I think I could tell by the end I was pretty done with everything, in the last practice exam he told me no matter how I did on the exam he was proud of how well I did this year and how far I come in my schooling and no exam grade or ATAR would change that. Which come out of a teachers mouth at that type of school was in was amazing. Somehow I ended up with the humanities award (I think it was the fact I was one of two girls doing all humanities subjects) and he said I was impressed and I deserved it.
I remember one of the last conversation he wished me luck and said whatever I put my mind to I would do well and he was going to miss having someone so willing to share the other perspective in class. I nearly cried.
I don't think I every said it formally nor did anyone in my life know how bad my mental health had gotten but his support and guidance meant to much to me in that year, in a way he'll likely never know.
So yes is is my very long winded way of saying Coach Scott telling the girls how proud he was of them, then pleading with Nat to save him and nearly dying only to be saved by the last moment maybe me cry like a little bitch.
I also think they way he will "help them" is by them eating him at the start of the next winter.
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