Is your teacher really your teacher if she does not expect the whole class to sing, “Good Mooooorning Goooood Teaaacheeer!!”
Several years of that and covering a variety of shenanigans and what not, but somehow you still connect on so many levels. Our teachers did much more than just teach for us. They were a friend when we very badly needed one, they stood by us against all the bullying and bullied us too. Through years of us coming late, submitting the projects late, going on picnics taking responsibilities of tens and hundreds of nitwits at the same time. Sharing the stories that took up the whole of lectures. So we thought, why don’t we make an attempt towards making them smile.
Here are some stories of people that will remind you of the good ol’ school days:
Deep Patel, 19 - Mumbai: “I have a story to share about what my school Principal did for me and I really am very grateful to her for doing me this favour.”
“There was this one time our school was participating in a very big fest which had a lot of events and competitions. I got offered a spot in the Garba competition and which I had no doubt about taking part in. I was and am very passionate about dance and garba and my Principal knew about it. But the problem was the entry fees for the fest, which was around ₹2000. And I could not have gotten that big of an amount at the time from my parents.”
“My Principal though did not hesitate for once and had already paid for me and let me participate in the event. I performed but did not win the event, and at the end of the event, she told me that she liked my performance and that she wanted me to keep learning.”
Lavanya Nambi, 21 - Kerala: “So this is really a very short incident that was a bit of a surprise and also a little overwhelming for me. When I was studying in primary I had fractured my hand and was unable to write my papers. Which is why one of my school teachers had to write them for me. But that is not the best part about this story; my teacher also at times when I was dictating her an answer nudged me in the right direction to help me with the answers. It was not exactly cheating as much as it was suggesting to rethink what I was putting in my paper. So we’re talking, broadening eyes, stopping while writing and clearing throat unnecessarily as signals so that the moderator does not understand that I’m getting help from her.”
Anahat Shah, 21 - Mumbai: “There was a time in school where I used to like traveling in sharing rickshaws, it was like a cheap thrill. Not only that, I used to love when I got the chance to sit right next to the auto driver in the front seat.”
“So the last time took that cheap thrill was when I had gotten a chance to sit in the front seat, and not to be rude, but that rickshaw driver was overweight and covered most of the seat. So whilst the rickshaw was moving I lost my grip and fell right out. It was not at that much speed or in the middle of moving traffic but I did peel my elbow. The wound started bleeding and my friends ran toward the school to get help and I was sitting with a few friends who were trying to help me. I see my teacher running toward us and feel safer already, she took me to the doctor and later dropped me off at home. She missed a lecture because of me and helped me through this, which for me was, is and always will be a really big deal. I have so much love and respect for her and I thank her.”
Riya Vedpathak, 18 - Mumbai: “In my secondary high school I managed to have a free period during the 8th period slot. Meaning I had no class, meaning I was literally free of school after the end of 7th period. Well, unfortunately, I had to take the bus home so the first day of school after 7th period i head over to the convenience store across the street, wait till school lets out and start walking over to catch my bus. The principal saw me walking over and said I can’t do what I just did. By coming back onto school grounds it now means that they were responsible for my actions and whereabouts the last hour. She let me ride the bus that day but every day after I ended up walking about 3.2 kms home on the side of roads where there was no footpaths and sometimes it suddenly got very steep, dangerously so. After about a month of this my art teacher, bless her soul, I love her so much, said: ‘Screw that. After class just hide in the closet and I'll take you home. It’s stupid that they won't let you take the bus.’
So thats how my art teacher saved my ass and not jokingly quite possibly my life.”
From the Writer’s desk: “Back when I was in 8th grade I had fractured my good arm and had a cast for 2 and a half months. My final exams were approaching and my class teacher had set up a meeting with the Principal asking him to issue me a writer. But that couldn't be possible since he said they can't provide a writer for someone in 8th grade and I'll have to reappear. Which meant that all my friends would go to 9th grade and I would be studying to clear the final term. Soon as we got out of the office my teacher saw the tension on my mum's face. She looked at us and just said, "I'll do something, don't worry".
“We didn't hear anything from the school for a while which made me think that I have no option but to reappear. But then a few weeks into the summer vacation, my mum gets a call from school asking us to collect my final mark sheet. We were confused and called my teacher to ask her what was happening. She said that she knew that I was a good student and have performed well in all these years and to help me, she divided the marks from my first term mark sheet and put them into the final one, making it look like I had given the exams. It made me look like a below average student but finally, I started my 9th grade with my friends and right on time. I am to this day, very thankful to her for doing this for me.”
Now that you’re done with seeing how teachers have played a very important role in these people’s lives, here’s an attempt towards making you cry :)
They start with shouting at us,
Just to pass the needed knowledge.
They are kind and harsh, both,
And give our minds a creative edge.
They do not tolerate late submissions,
But might always vouch for you.
They try to teach you the way of life,
And their lessons are what turn out to be true.
We love it when they say, ‘Lecture is almost over,
Let me tell you all a story.’
We love it when they share it as if we were there,
All of us leave with a smile and the rest is history.
They sometimes struggle through English,
But can outrun you in experience.
They might have a temper for your better,
Mostly though, they want you to avoid the bad influence.
There are so many good qualities that they give us,
That they have themselves,
So many of them that they are impossible to feature.
They are strict and lenient, sweet and rough, friendly and hostile,
Always helpful and always considerate,
No matter how hard of a time we give them, they always cope,
And that my friends, is what we call a ‘Teacher’.
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Thank you for reading!
Team Addded ;)
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