Mr Iqbal. The best teacher I ever had!
I'm choking - this just dropped into my Inbox, courtesy of a friend who is a Facebook contact:Subject: .. a lament ..
Sandy popped in to see me last week. She'd been teaching Rajib (bright boy from your old class) that morning and had complemented him on his beautiful handwriting. "Where did you learn to write like that?" she asked. To which Rajib dramatically tossed back his head and lamented, "Arrgh, Mr Iqbal. The best teacher I ever had!"
Just thought I'd share that with you. It's sure to brighten up your day. Claire.
Honestly - all things aside, I loved my classes as a primary teacher. I always sensed that my classes loved me back because I made them feel safe and set my expectations high. I was far from perfect, but I would always say to my classes that we were a family, that we needed to look after one another and that one day I wanted to see their names in bright lights.
I'm choking - this just dropped into my Inbox, courtesy of a friend who is a Facebook contact:
That's a wonderful story - thanks for sharing Asif!
ReplyDelete... melts the heart ... :)
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased that old stone heart was melted Mr Iqbal. You are fortunate indeed to hear such a tale. Apparently teaching can be a thankless job. If one is lucky, many years later, paths cross again..This makes me value the profession. We all try so hard to do the best we can. Claire
ReplyDeleteThat's right,Claire. Teaching is far from a perfect art. Somewhere, one hopes, however, that our efforts result in a spark of inspiration that one day we get to hear about.
ReplyDeleteAnd as you say, we can, but try.