Unforgetable Characters that touched our lives

One of my high school English teachers had a great influence on my life. One day after class, she asked me what I intended to do after high school graduation. When I told her that I didn't know. she asked me if I had considered going to college and studying to be a teacher. The thought never crossed my mind, as I had planned to drop out of school in my sophomore year. Ultimately, I changed my mind about quitting, graduated, took a few make-up college prep math courses and began attending evening college classes. I then transferred to another college, majored in education and became a teacher. But long before then, that teacher passed away. Little did she know.

We had a teacher at school who would say 'Rubbish' all the time and she had a very unique way of saying it. The 'u' was pronounced like a 'oo' sound like the Britishers would say it and we called her 'Rubbish' till she left! Actually, I don't usually give nicknames to people I know...but my husband has lots of friends and he knows them mostly by nicknames and he remembers why each of them are called so. There are times when he forgets the real names!

I had one teacher who had the worst breath I have ever had the misfortune of smelling. She could be two feet from you and her breath would still just about knock you out. At the same time, she was the most insightful person I have ever met. She made it a point everyday to look at any situation from many different angles so that we would think more indepth about a situation instead of just reacting to it. Her teachings have served me well in life. I'm not so quick to judge....and I brush my teeth four times a day!

Hi Ano, Haha...very funny..LOL..especially that one about making the students stand inside the dustbin. Was it an empty dustbin or what? When I was in 3rd grade, there was a teacher, a skinny woman, simple and sober. She wasn't really such a gifted teacher, but she had a heart of gold. Not we were students to her, but own children. The whole year she was our class teacher, we enjoyed every bit of school life. She was the epitome of kindness, who never once threw even a tantrum at us. We boys would ask her the permission every second hour to go to toilet, for which she will kindly oblige each time and we will loiter for 15-20 minutes in the school premises and get back to the class late. One day, we took liberty to ask her where actually she stayed. She gave her full residential address and invited all of us to her home on Sunday. I don't quite remember whether she invited us just formally or not, but we casually said that we will come and eventually really did so on a Sunday. We were a big gang of boys and she felt so happy when we all dropped in at her home on a Sunday morning. Later on, she took all of us to an Ice cream parlour her brother owned and fed us each with two cups of Ice cream. She also insisted that we will have our lunch at her home, but we refused. We guys, though children, were matured enough to think that ours was a surprise visit without beforehand information, so they will need to cook specially for us and they will certainly not have made any prior arrangements for it. So, it would be a chore in all sorts for them, hence we thought we better leave and have our lunches at our homes. Unfortunately, she couldn't last for more than 1 year in our school. I still don't know why she quit, whether she got a better offer than that OR was she expelled by the school management, for she could not meet their expectations in terms of teaching the students and producing the desired result, only she and the management knows. On the day, when she last visited our class and told us that she's leaving us, it was a moment of heart-break. We were all petrified and extremely saddened when she gave this news, experiencing an inexplicable grief. We just couldn't believe it at first and couldn't digest the fact after being convinced that she wasn't joking. While saying those words she was seemingly emotional and her eyes were filled with tears shortly. Before they could roll down her eyes, those tears that she held back, she successfully managed in saying out her final words of benediction for us and left. The classroom atmosphere was so gloomy that day that no student was interested in doing anything. That was it. Sorry for sharing this sad story, I've some funny memories as well, but it's already too long to add furthermore, I guess. Have a beautiful day.=)