Todays headlines have a lot of thought provoking lines on teachers,,,"Teaching: Is it a truly noble profession?" "Are teachers Happy?" " Teachers as Mentors","Teachers- make or break young lives". Have been in this profession for donkeys years now and wonder at all that is said of this profession. My experience has been most exhilarating, love being in the class where I forget the world around me. Have had the most unusual encounters with my students years after having been their teacher. One was such in Bangalore, ma and I were window shopping in the stalls at Safina Plaza, when we chanced upon a stall named Rinku's collections. Ma the forceful bong, saw the name having a strong Bengali flavour and dragged me towards it. It was an expensive stall displaying lovely ethnic Indian wear. One of the two girls dealing with the customers welcomed us warmly. We had jsut about begun moving around the various clothes when the other girl came up to me and asked me, " mam did u ever live in jamshedpur?" I smiled and nodded in the affirmative. She came forward and touched my feet."Mam, you were my English teacher in the X std. I am Rinku Sen, and you were always my idol." It was indded a memorable reunion. More recently, I was working in the admission cell of my college, giving the nervous candidates information about the college, when a slightly balding man, may be in his early 30's came up to me and said, "Good morning Jayanti Mam". I said good morning as I would to all others present, his face not ringing a bell, when he identified himself as Punit Jain, my student in 92'. We got talking, he had come for his fiancee's admission. The demure girl acknowledged me and whispered something into Punit's ear. Later Punit told me that she had mistaken me to be his batchmate! Not that we remain the same, but students grow up and become adults. We teachers remain eternally young in order to keep pace with the changing generations we handle.
In the last 22 years, I have more student friends than friends my age. At times the age gap is visible to me, most often not since I do think like them. Thats why I say, I will die a teacher...love my profession from the bottom of my heart.
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The teachers affect eternity; they can never tell where their influence stops.
If a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had different needs, and some of whom didn't want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for one year, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher's job.
Because, what a teacher is, is more important than what he teaches.
Happy teachers’ day, ma’am!
hey happy teachers day. i wish id gotten a chance to be ur student. :p and i updated my blog too. give it a dekko.
:P perhaps when i know u better. but i shudder tot think if i actually feel like writing sumthing like this for sum1 i have actually interacted with. then i dunt think two days of high fever n puking wud be enuff to get me out of the numbness and what shit if i feel like this for sum1 and what if that person doesnt feel the same way omg
heres my yahoo messenger id twinklingwinks_15@yahoo.com. hope to see u online sometime if ur there on yahoo msgr
Her fiancee considered you to be his batchmate! I can imagine the situation in my head. :D :D
There have been some teachers in my life who have cared for me just because they wanted to. And I cannot thank them enough, because they have helped me build myself.
Happy Teacher's Day (though belated) to you too!
and i added you on yahoo. i deleted ur last comment frm my blog cos i dint noe if u wanted others 2 view it :)
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