貓的咖啡色

It was a windy and very cold day.
I met my writing teacher, Scott, who taught me writing 2 years ago.

"Hey, Scott. Long time no see."
"Yeah, actually I just thought about you two days ago."
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Oh, me and another writing teacher. We were talking about our good students, and I thought of you."
"Wow! That's my pleasure," not knowing exactly what to say with my brain frozen.

I noticed that he lost LOTS of weight again after last time I saw him.
"So, you are getting slimmer and slimmer."
"Yeah. I lost around 30 kg."
"What happened?"
"Well...nothing actually. One day, I just felt that I was so fat, so I decided to loose weight. And if you ask my writing students this year, they all know the whole process."
"okay, but your face is too thin. I can even see your bones."
"Well...I am happy with my figure now. I feel I have more energy now."

And then we started to talk about my future, but I know nothing about it.
I didn't hear him very well because of the chilly wind got our tongues and brains.

After the talking, I began to wonder "Am I really a that good student?" "Am I a teachers' pet?"
I have no idea.
But there is one thing I sure that most of the teachers are good to me.
And I do appreciate it.
Maybe I am really a teachers' pet.