A Tribute Beyond Words...Teachers’ Day

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 Teachers’ Day nevr feels like just another date to me....It’s a day wen memories come alive,wen d faces of those hu shaped me walk through my mind, one by one... And today,I just want to pause n let my heart speak fr them.

Miss Fran,my English teacher, my role model. Everythin at her was d finest…her words,her grace,her patience.She wasn’t just teaching me grammar or literature,she was shaping hw I looked atd world. Spell Bee was my forte because of no one else but my dearest Miss Frank.Her training,her inspiration,her belief in me...To dis day,  carry her lessons in d way I think,in d way I express,in d way I aspire to b better...

Then came Miss David, wid her Social Science classes.She made history n civics feel alive,nt just as chapters bt as stories to b remembered n lived. Perhaps it was her influence that made current affairs my forte,the very edge dat helped me win evry quiz I evr took part in...n perhaps d v reason of my everlasting luv fr the majestic #RedFort. She taught me to connect wid society, to understand people n to value d ground I stand on.

Science was nevr just abt formulas wid Miss Peters. She made it breathe. She had dis way of simplifying d toughest concepts bt more dan dat,she taught me curiosity.To look beyond,to question,to wonder… dat gift is priceless.

And then there was Ma’am Olga, my personal favourite.My sports teacher,my cheerleader,my comfort.She pushed me to run wen I felt tired n reminded me dat strength isn’t just in muscles,it’s in mind n heart too. Fr me,she was more dan a teacher…she was an anchor,a guide n of course a pal.

Mathematics often scared me, bt Miss Fredrick’s kindness made it less of a battle.She was a gentle soul hu nevr made me feel small, evn wen I stumbled.With her,it was nevr abt just solving sums,it was abt learning patience n finding calm in d middle of numericals.

And of course, my school matron, Ms Bushell,a British soul hu gifted me d bunch of etiquettes I carry evn today.From discipline to grace,she unknowingly stitched manners into my being dat became part of hu I am. Some debts can’t evr b paid back...they just live wid u forevr...

When I look back,I see hw each of dem gave me somethin irreplaceable.Nt just knowledge, bt character. Nt just lessons bbt lyf.They shaped me to e a human first,wid empathy,courage n faith in myself.

#TeachersDay is a reminder… dat no matter where lyf takes us,d roots always stay in d soil dey once nurtured.And fr me,those roots will always carry d names of Miss Frank,Miss David,Miss Peters,Ma’am Olga,Miss Fredrick, and Ms Bushell...

#ForeverGratefulForeverTheirs. 

#HAPPYteachersday




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