“The Brainy Express”she exclaimed and I laughed as I heard my title that the students of my outgoing class awarded me. Lavished with love and memories, there is no match to these students in my timeline, who shall soon leave the school behind graduating towards their aimed future accomplishments.
The current batch of students hold the most special place in my heart for the circumstances they were awarded to me in, makes this entire experience of my teaching career a very special one. I vividly remember accepting them as a bunch of rowdy kids who don’t let a teacher stand in the class, let alone teach them. I was told grand fables which could have amounted to a written book if I had begun to write them! However I am glad I didn’t as three years from then, I would have had nothing to endorse from it, today.
I remember my first few days with them. Initially I went confused in their class cause of the prior knowledge I held but gradually I understood- how misunderstood they are! I tried my best to understand them, their needs, their conflicts and most importantly to hear them out and let it be known to them that, “I am listening. “ I remember once they blamed one of their mates of a misdeed and how I instead of being upset shared with them a lesson of unity. Soon we became friends. Friends of a special kind. Those that we see every day, meet every day and those that we take for granted for we think and feel they are inseparable to us.
Today I bid farewell to the most mature, sensitive and focused set of students. Not only they are one united lot but have grown to be uniquely smart. Each one has his/her own attribute to offer, an artist, a writer, a reader, a speaker, a cricketer, a gymnast, a calligraphist, a current affairs specialist and the list goes on and on… each one has found his/her calling and refined their skills in their opted specializations.
Today in these days of farewell, I watch them transfixed as the three years pass by my vision and seem like a jiffy. I already feel the withdrawal syndrome getting me, as I crib and cry about this separation which I never think about before investing myself fully in my kids. I love them with such finality that it seems as if we are bound forever but each time reality has bit me, I have never learnt…
Each name of this dear batch of 2017 rings a bell in my heart. I have fondly called them always, “My Miracle Children” as they truly were and shall remain to be.
Pensive today I sit in reverie, rekindling this flame of memories I have had with them, the laughter we shared and all the plans we made. The closed door discussions, the tears, the challenges we faced and yes of course-the anger:)
I’m sure a lot of smiles shall come my way, as I close this piece with this dedication to my class,
“Goodbyes are for those who only love with their eyes. Because for those who love with their heart and soul, there is no separation.” –Rumi
May you shine, May you prosper!
*(I can hear Abbas saying Amen!)