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I started blogging very recently. Let me be frank, I am quite jobless.I am utilizing my time rather fruitfully. Dear readers, what can you expect out of this blog post???? I can assure you one thing, nothing informative!!! . I am writing this post for fun and creative satisfaction. You can read this post for time pass. Keep your expectations low to avoid disappointment. Conditions applied!!!!
A few years back, I was in my class eight studying in St Mary’s girls’ school. Here comes my class teacher Sr. Judith. Her stay with us is guaranteed for another three years.
Hoping for the best, her first encounter with us is as follows: we were asked to recite prayers every hour. This was part of my school culture. She caught hold of few girls (Catholics) for not reciting them and started her gyaan. This was her first show off of authority.
I did not have personal liking for my class teacher. There were many reasons to support this. She being a nun, I expected her to be unbiased. But, she totally disappointed me. I firmly believed in a school environment, there should not be any talk of religion, caste and class.
Disclaimer: I will be quoting few things that could be offending. This is not an attempt to put my school in bad light. The below stated facts were opinions of a particular individual. So, the school should not be held responsible.
A friend cum classmate of mine was on leave, she had been to church to offer, as part of a religious ceremony. She was back to school with a leave note. Sr.Judith says to the girl,” your father is a drunkard. Your mother is a drunkard. If I had been drunk last night, I would still do my work on time”.I found these remarks seriously derogatory. To add to this I have another instance, “I wish you were raised by your mother”. Sister said these lines to a girl who was from a broken family.
I was disturbed. I wanted to speak but I was too young for it. I narrated these stories to my dad. He advised me that I was not up there for a community service. So, I should be minding my business. Unlike, my rest of my class mates I was not involved in the act of buttering her. I was cold towards her. I did not like her. She knew it. But, as a matter of fact we never had any arguments.
Here comes assessing my performance. I was never consistent in my performance. I was an average student who scored rank in the range 1- 10. When, my performance was plotted as a graph. The result would be a triangular wave with consistent rise and fall J . The credit goes to Sr. Judith
When ever, I scored less.She would ask me to stand up in the class and made a hue and cry out of it. She would accuse me of not being sincere and dedicated in my studies. In reality, her advice never bothered me. I had my own way. Just to prove her wrong, I would work hard the next time to score better. Once proved, I did not find a necessity to score good marks again. Thus, there was a steep in the graph and this continued!!!! ………………………………………
HIGHLIGHTS: PARENTS MEETING
“Mother India”. Hey, am referring to my mom. She is a sweet heart. She never pressurized me to perform. She is “cool” types
Scene 1: Sr. Judith hands over the progress report to my mom. I had secured a decent score. The next minute, out of excitement, my mom hugs and kisses me.
Scene 2: the following year, same cast and crew with slight change in the scene. Yes, you guessed it right. Drawing inspiration out of my previous year score, I fared bad in my exams. Sr expected some change in my mum’s reaction. To her surprise, he again hugs and kisses me. Unlike others, she did not complain about my marks. That really irritated her. Both of us happily walk out of office.
My class ten results were out. My class teacher never counted on me. She had personal favorites. She thought one among them would be the topper. I being a reluctant person did not even bother to check my results out. As usual, I was in the canteen buying at least five packets of yummies. My dad already found out the results and informed the score. I did not even cross check it. Satisfied with the score, I left the school. After a week, my friend gave me a call telling that I indeed was the topper of the class. My reaction was, “is it???? I didn’t know.”
I did have beautiful memories of my school. My school is located in Miller’s road surrounded by big trees on either side of the road. I being a tiny creature, and very erratic in nature was never part of the school team. We played a game by name “GALLERY” known only to ours girls. I feel proud to say that I was a champion in it. Rules were meant to be broken. I remember the days being chased my PT madam, pull your skirt down girl, and roll up your socks. No loose hair, tie it a bun. While, I was waiting for my cab to drop me back home. I explored few places near by my school. “PALACE GROUNDS”, where we get to see B grade Kannada actors. We saw prakash raj and found him quite appealing. Deserted glass house where we played hide and seek. Perpendicular to miller’s road is a by pass, there located a beautiful church. The church is filled with serenity. It is a lost paradise on earth
The intention of writing this post is to throw light on abuse of power. Teacher has the responsibility to discipline us. But, let’s not indulge in personal attacks. Let’s not cross over the limit of decency. “Being fair and just”, is the underlying rule of a civilized society. Let’s be civilized.
I would like to pay my respect to our beloved principal Sr.Sushma who lost her life fighting cancer. Let her soul rest in peace.
