Teacher Day [ May 9 ]
Good ol’ days ! Ms. Mary, my English teacher, used to pick a student at random to read a particular lesson line by line everyday in her class. Megan was her favorite; she’s literally born with a mike in her throat. I used to fumble, stumble, and stammer my way through class. And of course, when my peers broke out into a laugh, I went sweating from head to toe. To sum it up… I was a disaster ! Ms. Mary met me after class to console and counsel me. “Bob, just concentrate on the print and the words, forget the giggles and teases. Just read aloud as if nobody’s around. You are bright and I know it.” The next day, when my turn came, I started the usual stammering, but carried on… blocking out the world. The fragments of sentences started sounding complete and the rhythm became fluent. And when I was through, there was silence. And then, an applause ! I sank down into my seat smiling and crying. In a subtle way, my teacher had erased a complex in me and made me confident. They all do that, don’t they… they change lives literally ! Let’s celebrate their deeds and thank them for what they are and what they do on this Teacher Day.
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