Created on 2020-09-04 18:22

Published on 2020-09-04 18:25

Last year, I had called up my 10th grade maths teacher, tracking her down after two decades. I wanted to thank her for allowing me and others in our class to not just enjoy maths, but also explore other opportunities whether it was quizzing, debates or writing. This was the first time ever teachers were equally interested in what we did outside of the class as much as inside.

She had in fact convinced my family to send me for a state level competition out of town which involved traveling by train for about four hours by myself and staying at a fancy hotel. Growing up in small towns all my life, it was a life changing experience. To feel all grown up and being able to represent the school, this was a huge responsibility. What message it sent to young people like us was – we trust you, go ahead, do your thing. It’s was my first brush with what dignity would look like. And I was blessed to have experienced that.

So, when I called her up last year, I was so thrilled to speak to her after so long. We spoke about the school and how it has evolved from our time to today, from a small building to a large campus of its own. She was proud of all the great things students have done. She also shared some of the challenges she faced in those days, always talking about how students, by their excellent academic or sports record helped build the school reputation.

It was an amazing conversation. And after 30 mins, she said – I have to go to class now. Thank you for calling, it was nice of you. Unfortunately i dont remember which year you were in and your name doesn’t ring a bell!

I ended the call by saying “Thank you Sr Agatha for recognising the dignity in each one of us. Its ok if you don’t remember me. I will not forget you.”

Teachers may forget. We dont. 

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