When I entered the ninth grade, I thought I would have to work very hard, and my teachers would be very strict. So when the history teacher told us what we were going to study, I became confused and tired. I stumbled into the English class, my head still spinning. The first thing the English teacher did was to pass around a tea bag. She said, “I was making my usual cup of tea this morning, and I found this strange tea bag. It smells of tea, and it looks the same as all the other tea bags in the box, but there is nothing inside it. I’d like you to write something, using this as a metaphor.”　We got into it right away and came up with some really cool ideas. The teacher said tea bags bring good luck, so she hung this one above her desk. After we had all survived that first day, we built an even better relationship with the teacher, and we learned a lot. And whenever I felt particularly stressed, angry or sad, I would go sit under the tea bag and talk to her. She was definitely               .