School Memories ~a winding tale I

One of twitter’s recent hashtags, unplugged a tap in my mind, from which emanated a whole lot of long forgotten memories. This story is a winding road down those wonderful school days. Sip it, enjoy it.

Yeah..it all started when some wise crack in twitter-world created this hashtag called school memories or class 12 or some such thing. So some of my old tweets, which I have storified, I have  used to recreate a more cohesive note from that.

School time memories are so precious.Each and every moment was precious including the unpleasant.  And the bonds last till today. I had a rather broken up school history. With my first few years in Kerala, followed by Kuwait and then in Delhi. This post is on those cherished days in Delhi, where I developed as I know myself today. While there is a lot to write, for now this is more about class XI and class XII which were the best of the best.

We had an outspoken, vibrant class, a mix of all kinds. Our teachers were a mix of the best and the not so great. But they made the drama that is school life, come alive.

Recollecting the main characters, I think of  My english teacher Ms.G.  was awesome, impeccable and classy. I loved english classes, listening to her crystal clear voice, with impeccable pronunciation, reading out various passages.She was well dressed and never shouted at us. This was my favorite class, besides Biology. English took me to a different plane. I guess, i always have been in love with english, though I have never realised till recently.I will blog on my love for english another time.

My Biology teacher, Ms B. was short , spunky and a dynamite. But she was cool. And it was really funny to see her battling with the naughty giants in my class.She was our form teacher also. Strict but warm and friendly. Adored her. 

Our chemistry teacher was even colder than ice. When he entered our classroom, the  temperature would drop to subzero levels. It is strange how much a teacher’s personality can influence your love for the subject.  His slaps, on non submission of homework, felt even worse than the chill experienced after a glacier fall. And I am not sure slaps were the best way of  motivating students. Rather, instilling fear of authority?

My Physics teacher, Mr.S.  was the coolest one. (It kind of reminds me of that old Kelvinator ad. I am the coolest one). He was jovial, funny and warm with al students. You could see the rapport between him and students. Though I am not great at Physics, I used to enjoy the classes.

Maths Teacher on the other hand, garnered the dislike of quite a few students. Somehow, felt that she tried too much and was not very effective for me. There was a name for her which I discovered later was actually a rude name.

Our batch was quite lucky cause we had a strict and effective Principal. She guided , admonished, and took care of us all through our school years. I still love her and remember her. And you know she is on Facebook interacting with her students and even after retirement, all the students love her. That is awesomeness. It is a different matter that we would get into plenty of trouble for doing all sort of naughty things and for making fabulous noise.

To be Continued..

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~ by terriblethinker on October 7, 2011.