Funny title , You must think.Naaah..
When in tenth grade, when all of us were passing out of school, I did pass out with top honors(ofcourse, I would..I am a smart woman), we had this school ritual of getting our slam books signed by friends and teachers.
We used to go ask our fav teachers and sometimes the Not so fav teachers too..for autographs.. and they gladly wrote down something for us.
In my tenth grade , our class teacher was our English teacher.( i think he also taught history)
I was the class topper all through school and i was quite this self confident young woman(have always been ).
So yeah..coming back to the story.. He, this class teacher had this JUST PERFECT behaviour...He let me have my own dignity and ego and yet again once in a while would not hesitate and take charge and act as my mentor where he would be a dependable adult too...
As you all know..there is no dearth for(of?)perverted males (female too) class teachers) who for one forget that they are adults and cannot start having sexual fantasies about children and that at school they are suppossed be the substitute parents
( Off late, There have been so many cases of female and male teachers having sexual relations with their just teenaged students that it baffles me---I am not even sure if these teachers understand the gravity of what they are doing.. I know that hormonal levels don't ask your cognitive permission before they surge, but, hey ! there is always room to take control and put those impulses under control)
Yeah..so well.. I think..secretly, this class teacher was really proud of me and was very fond of me(in a non creepy way-coz, had it been creepy i would have instinctively known, just like i have been able to percieve and cringe each time some very old male has looked and lusted at me-such creeps could very well die and no one will weep for them..gosh!)
So , yeah.. we had this perfect relationship...He was this responsible teacher..who knew that i was a smart lady and a good looking one and he also knew that i knew my worth...and He was really proud too..and to be proud and to be supportive of a woman-child, and be mentor too when i wasn't related to him by blood.. I think..it was great.
Also, he had this really great talent where he would be able to draw a whole map from scratch on the board ..geographical maps with no scale avialable..
I sometimes think that he chose a very ordinary profession visa vi what he could possibly have endeavoured to do professionally had he had an opportunity to do so .
Anways..Gosh..I babble and babble and it tires me..LOL..the babble just won't stop
He, well.. when all of us went to get his autograph..he actually went ahead and wrote small poems for each of us...These were his own poems and all tailor written on the spot just for each of us individually.
He had a great hand writing too .
He wrote a four liner for me and the first line went something like
: "In the pond bloomed a peerless lotus" and
it went on( i must go and search for that slam book_i am pretty sure it is still there in my attic)
Wow..
He called me a Peerless lotus..
wow
I kept musing over what he wrote for years after that...
BTw...I hope he is not reading this blog..coz..that would be far too embarassing...It has been more than ten years since then.
I haven't gone back and visited my school.. I don't know if he is still there... I just wish him happiness and good health..
He taught me in so many ways that sometimes relationships can be pure and fantastic ..where there is no creepiness involved..no hidden crushes...just mutual admiration and mutual respect irrespective of age.
He was a great teacher and taught me lessons in human dignity and the value of hard work and about regulating and optimising one's own behaviour.
He Taught me about self regulation .
More than anything else he taught me to be proud of the fact that i am a self assured young woman.Because that pride was ingrained in me by positive reinforcement coming from such an unexpected source..I will never shake that self confidence away.This pride and self assuredness will stay with me forever.Thanks..thanks .thank you sir.
When in tenth grade, when all of us were passing out of school, I did pass out with top honors(ofcourse, I would..I am a smart woman), we had this school ritual of getting our slam books signed by friends and teachers.
We used to go ask our fav teachers and sometimes the Not so fav teachers too..for autographs.. and they gladly wrote down something for us.
In my tenth grade , our class teacher was our English teacher.( i think he also taught history)
I was the class topper all through school and i was quite this self confident young woman(have always been ).
So yeah..coming back to the story.. He, this class teacher had this JUST PERFECT behaviour...He let me have my own dignity and ego and yet again once in a while would not hesitate and take charge and act as my mentor where he would be a dependable adult too...
As you all know..there is no dearth for(of?)perverted males (female too) class teachers) who for one forget that they are adults and cannot start having sexual fantasies about children and that at school they are suppossed be the substitute parents
( Off late, There have been so many cases of female and male teachers having sexual relations with their just teenaged students that it baffles me---I am not even sure if these teachers understand the gravity of what they are doing.. I know that hormonal levels don't ask your cognitive permission before they surge, but, hey ! there is always room to take control and put those impulses under control)
Yeah..so well.. I think..secretly, this class teacher was really proud of me and was very fond of me(in a non creepy way-coz, had it been creepy i would have instinctively known, just like i have been able to percieve and cringe each time some very old male has looked and lusted at me-such creeps could very well die and no one will weep for them..gosh!)
So , yeah.. we had this perfect relationship...He was this responsible teacher..who knew that i was a smart lady and a good looking one and he also knew that i knew my worth...and He was really proud too..and to be proud and to be supportive of a woman-child, and be mentor too when i wasn't related to him by blood.. I think..it was great.
Also, he had this really great talent where he would be able to draw a whole map from scratch on the board ..geographical maps with no scale avialable..
I sometimes think that he chose a very ordinary profession visa vi what he could possibly have endeavoured to do professionally had he had an opportunity to do so .
Anways..Gosh..I babble and babble and it tires me..LOL..the babble just won't stop
He, well.. when all of us went to get his autograph..he actually went ahead and wrote small poems for each of us...These were his own poems and all tailor written on the spot just for each of us individually.
He had a great hand writing too .
He wrote a four liner for me and the first line went something like
: "In the pond bloomed a peerless lotus" and
it went on( i must go and search for that slam book_i am pretty sure it is still there in my attic)
Wow..
He called me a Peerless lotus..
wow
I kept musing over what he wrote for years after that...
BTw...I hope he is not reading this blog..coz..that would be far too embarassing...It has been more than ten years since then.
I haven't gone back and visited my school.. I don't know if he is still there... I just wish him happiness and good health..
He taught me in so many ways that sometimes relationships can be pure and fantastic ..where there is no creepiness involved..no hidden crushes...just mutual admiration and mutual respect irrespective of age.
He was a great teacher and taught me lessons in human dignity and the value of hard work and about regulating and optimising one's own behaviour.
He Taught me about self regulation .
More than anything else he taught me to be proud of the fact that i am a self assured young woman.Because that pride was ingrained in me by positive reinforcement coming from such an unexpected source..I will never shake that self confidence away.This pride and self assuredness will stay with me forever.Thanks..thanks .thank you sir.
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