A Thank you Note to my Teacher's. Happy Teacher's Day!!
A wise man said "A Teacher takes a hand, opens a mind and touches a heart". Indeed, I feel lucky to have had several such teachers who took time not only to patiently teach but to nurture and instill strong confidence in (what used to be) a very timid me. It's no secret that I never liked (ok, hated) school and tried every possible trick in the book to skip whenever I could. If it wasn't for a special few, I don't think I would have overcome that feeling and be where I am today. As we celebrate Teacher's Day, I feel the need to thank those teachers who strengthened me in my journey through school and college. I am forever grateful to my special five!! so bear with me as I explain why.
To begin with...
After a quick (and unhappy) stint at boarding school, my parents enrolled me in a new school where everything seemed frightful and alien.
Mrs. Nora Alweyn was my third grade teacher. Nora Miss, as I lovingly called her was my saviour in this alien world. Till today, I can remember much of what I learned in her class because she taught through stories, songs, and wonderful examples that have stayed in the mind forever. Nora Miss never shouted to point out a mistake. She would call me to her desk, and very skillfully make me realise how I could have done something better. That has stayed with me always and I strongly believe that is exactly the way to boost a child's confidence. I sincerely hope that my son will be lucky enough to have a teacher like her. Nora Miss, thank you for teaching me from your heart!
Things moved on and I was soon in grade eight. If you know me well, and I mean really well you will know that maths and numbers have never been my thing. Blame it on whatever and jokes apart, it took me a while to understand many mathematical concepts! Enter Mrs. Shanta, my eighth grade maths
teacher and those of you who know her will agree when I tell you how difficult it was to concentrate on her teaching the dreaded subject while admiring her beautiful (and kind) smile, immaculate dressing and perfect hairstyle. She never hesitated to clear my doubts while sometimes having to explain the same problem several times (which she patiently did) until I was confident. It was never left at that because she even double checked with a round of questions without making me feel stupid in front of the class. Thank you Miss Shanta! for being patient, positive and persistent, I will never forget how special that made me feel and my fear of maths definitely grew lesser that year.
Yes, some teachers may never be quite as patient or kind because teaching is a tough job that requires equal amounts of patience and skill. I am glad to have had my teachers help in my journey to reach my dreams. Thank you for your guidance and love.