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Monday, July 17, 2006

Of teachers and divine kids...

Was reading silverine's latest post (poomanam.blogspot.com), and couldnt help dvelving into nostalgia on my school days as well...

Somehow, after I have moved north, people's impression of me has been that of a totally studious girl....I even remember someone asking me -' you must have always been the teachers favourite na' - I just give an enigmatic smile in return when i come across such glorious presumptions...This again is some kind of regional bias - like southies are good at science and maths theory...

When I was a kid - I was always hated by teachers unanimously - I mean, hate not in a' I- dont - know - if -she-exists' way but more as 'oh-my - god- she - exasperates- me' way. The fact that I was the sister of school's naughtiest boy just didnt help my cause either - Most of my 1st day classes of every year would begin thus.

Teacher - gud morning children...
children - good mooooooooorrrrrrrrrrninnnnng maam (me very vociferously)
Teacher - (looks around with a spy like look on her face) - So I heard that yogesh's sister - is in this class
Me (proudly) - its me maam!
Teacher - come here - 'SLAP'
me 'Doiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.....' a vague ring in my ears....

Post shedding copious tears at home, brother would reveal that he just happened to break the teachers scale into two/ made rockets during tests etc etc last year when she was his teacher - I wouldnt blame the teacher who decided to be more pre-emptive and defend her terrain with me....

But even this problem was averted soon by yours truely by denying the existence of a brother profusely once i was old enough....

An even worse problem that posed itself was my latent dislike to homework and my sob story with uniform - The damned blue ribbon or the black socks or the badge had an almost morphy lawish love for me and they refused to appear when I summoned - which led to me being summoned in the prayer hall - I made it look like I was the 'school' monitor by looking very proud! - talk abt leadership skills at a young age ;-)

And then comes the pain - homeworks - I remember taking almost everyone's help in getting them done - my naani had the habit of writing down recipes from magazines - I offered her to do that and made her do my homwork - all these ingenuous methods notwithstanding , most of the days my homework note was empty. This led to teachers almost gang attacking my dad when he came for PTA meetings....My dad was just bothered abt one thig..

'Does she score well??'

teacher - Yes - she has been scoring 90+ ...but...

Appa again -then what is the problem maam - she is a bright girl u need to 'channelise' her 'energies'... Over time teachers were so fed up with me that they just stopped with giving comments like 'intelligent but lazy (??!!) on my report card...

Eventually it took a while for me to bear with school, once i figured out my passions like debating/ quizzong and so on...but till now I cant bring abt myself to say I 'enjoyed' my school days - I think it was really ridiculous, the way they bothered abt absoultely inconsequential things like ribbon being in black or blue/ lizard picture missing in zoology book...

I see it happening even today and I just wonder when will our system grow up to let kids have fun and enjoy learning....!Damn the socks - just get into the class and have fun with maths..!

1 Comments:

At 3:12 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ur brother seems to be a great cool guy
Pl write more things abt him !!

 

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