March 16th: The most inspiring person you've met

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This was very easy to write. One of the most inspiring people I've ever met is Clare. I had the pleasure of living with her for a year and a half, and it is safe to say we bonded from the word go. A fellow primary school teacher, we had lively and interesting conversations daily about education, psychology, learning and teaching, and needless to say I learned so much from her professionally. Whenever I had a problem, or needed some guidance in general, I always went to Clare and she ALWAYS came up trumps with advice and tips, which would range from how to handle classroom behavioural difficulties to helping me politely word a text to a Tinder guy I no longer had any interesting in dating.
Clare has overcome a lot in her personal life and considering what she has been through, it would be fairly understandable for her to shut herself off from the world. On the contrary, she is one of the most well-traveled people I know, having visited far-flung places, even sometimes on her own, and she has friends from all over with whom she chats and hangs out on the regular. She radiates positive energy, is so productive it makes me nervous, and is without a doubt one of the most hilarious hunzos I have ever come across. Though we no longer live together, we are in touch almost every day and make the time to see each other. Pure selfish of me, of course, as I need someone like Clare in my life. Someone who is fun, smart, kind, confident - a gem.

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