If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?
Oh that is a tough one. I love blogging way too much and I also love to be able to read a lot of other people’s blogs and see what they are upto. How can I chose only one?
In the end I guess it will be the first option of only being able to write a blog but not read others’. Because this blog and writing is a great outlet for me. It is a source of not just letting my creative juices flow but it’s also a place where I can vent, rant & rave. I can share my experiences, both good, bad and even some weird ones. Where I relive my greatest regrets and loses and my hopes, as minor as they are, for the future and what’s in store for me. Without I don’t think I would have survived the last few years, especially the last 3-4.
So I’d rather keep on writing my blog and never be able to read anyone else’ blog. Because I need this!
Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?
I’m not going to select a single teacher as that would be hard to do. I think I, and my fellow schoolmates, were indeed very lucky to have the teachers that we did. They were mostly women in my high school (and that would be grades 6 to 10 as until the late 90s it was common to do your 11th & 12th in a college as a pre-degree course rather than in a school) and they were mostly all wonderful human beings, ladies and teachers. If I could meet any of them now, I would have tears in my eyes, a genuine smile on my face and from the heart I would thank them for the years I was in their classes.
They were genuinely interested in their students and they shared a wonderful relationship with all of us. I cannot think of one bad thing that any of us have ever had to say about the teachers we had. Well there was this one older teacher who seemed to have a stick up her butt and she was rough and even rude with us but once we left the school none of us who used to be in her “bad books” held a grudge. Yes she was rude and she seemed to take offense at every silly little things (like guys having slight long hair, which was not even shoulder length) but we forgave her since she was our grouchy little old lady and we only had her class for one year. Other teachers I’ve had great relationships with particularly 3 others.
I remember when we were in the 10th grade a new teacher arrived at the school and she was only 23 and we were her first Math class and she initially struggled to keep us quiet and during the first few months she would get upset and cry and go back to the teachers common room to collect herself. And ofcourse we would feel bad and ofcourse I was always one of the representatives to go and say “We will behave and we won’t do it again so please come back to the class” and the other teachers would make a funny show of ‘punishing’ me and encourage this new teacher to come back to class. Later we did make her cry again, and this time we cried too, when we left the school at the end of the 10th grade. She was so heartbroken that we were leaving.