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Why 5th September is one of my favorite days of the year: A #TeachersDay thread.
The year is 2001. A slightly terrified, six year old me has entered the gates of a new school in the month of June. I have been away from my home for the last year or so, with my
Why 5th September is one of my favorite days of the year: A #TeachersDay thread.
The year is 2001. A slightly terrified, six year old me has entered the gates of a new school in the month of June. I have been away from my home for the last year or so, with my
Mother in Oman, and I& #39;m still getting used to what home in a joint family feels like. I have left behind people who I thought would be friends for life in Oman but carry a tiny notebook with their phone numbers in it. But I& #39;m at a new school now. Someone has taken my hand and is
Walking me to my new class. Soon, this person will introduce herself as my class teacher for 1-Daffodils and I will look at her and burst into tears because I& #39;m not sure what I& #39;m doing here, & I already have two months of work to catch up on. She will sit down with me & bring me
The notebook of the class monitor to help understand each subject. For the first few weeks she stays back with me every afternoon for an hour extra and brings me up to speed. One afternoon I end up calling her mom, instead of ma& #39;am and turn beet red with embarassment. She pats my
Head and smiles her warmest smile and we go back to reading some story about the crow and the pot and all that. She tells me "The crow was smart. But what& #39;s more important is hard work, and kindness." I pass first grade with flying colours and when my parents collect my result
She tells them she is proud of me. Ma& #39;am J is proud of me. For the first time I feel proud of myself. Every day of my second grade I run up to her and wish her good morning alag se. One time my nose bleeds because of the heat and I faint in the assembly. When I wake up I find
Myself near the infirmary with Ma& #39;am J patting my head.
The good morning ritual continues through my third grade. One day, I don& #39;t see her. Maybe she is on leave. I don& #39;t see her for a week. Maybe she& #39;s really ill. I pray for her safety and health and wish she returns soon.
The good morning ritual continues through my third grade. One day, I don& #39;t see her. Maybe she is on leave. I don& #39;t see her for a week. Maybe she& #39;s really ill. I pray for her safety and health and wish she returns soon.
One day it is announced in the assembly that ma& #39;am J will no longer be teaching us, and she has left the school. There is a new class teacher for 1-Daffodils. I am crestfallen. I ask both my parents if they have her phone number. They don& #39;t. School feels lonely without her.
I ask my current teachers about her but they don& #39;t know much either.
Ma& #39;am J left a tremendous impact on me and I often found myself wanting to reconnect with her. A few yrs later I found out that she had not just left the school, but the town as well. Tried looking for her when
Ma& #39;am J left a tremendous impact on me and I often found myself wanting to reconnect with her. A few yrs later I found out that she had not just left the school, but the town as well. Tried looking for her when
I made my Facebook profile in 2011 but no luck. Tried looking for her a couple of years back on every other social media site I was on, but no luck then as well. All I knew was her name, nothing else. Then, I looked her up a few weeks back and found a profile that resembled
my memory of her vaguely. I sent her a friend request. There was no response.
I opened the profile again today and saw that the request had been accepted. It was her. Ma& #39;am J. Almost two decades later. I typed out a long wish, so sure that she wouldn& #39;t remember. Here& #39;s her reply
I opened the profile again today and saw that the request had been accepted. It was her. Ma& #39;am J. Almost two decades later. I typed out a long wish, so sure that she wouldn& #39;t remember. Here& #39;s her reply
The year is 2020. I am talking to my 1st grade teacher after 18 long years of trying to look for her. Ma walks in & sees me teary eyed & when I tell her it& #39;s Ma& #39;am J, she speaks to her too. Ma& #39;am J showers tons of blessings on me still and asks me to stay in touch. I know I will
(this thread is not over yet i have some stuff to do but i will get back to this soon)
