TO ALL MY TERRIFIC TEACHERS

The COVID-19 pandemic had brought an unexpected shift to education as schools closed their gates. The familiar hallways of the school and interactions with friends and teachers had suddenly all become virtual. Screens deemed their biggest detractors now occupied the centre stage.

The school system had adapted to a new methodology-Virtual classes. My children had moved beyond the educational system, so the rigours and chills of this system were unknown to me.

Long past the pandemic, I became a student pursuing adult education. My return to education was unexpected. Roles shifted, and I was now being home-schooled with a difference. This time, unlike my previous term decades ago, all my teachers were younger than me.

My classroom was an improvised setup of my home. The computer screen was my gateway to the lessons. I delved into my study material. How different? from the traditional ones. They were the PowerPoint slides.

There were frustrations, technical glitches, and distractions at home. Beyond it, there was learning.

My academic experiences as a homeschooler made me realise the importance of teachers. Wishing on Teacher’s Day had become a long-lost tradition to me. Today, I revive this tradition for myself and express my gratitude to all my teachers, past and present.

Thank you all for what you have done. May you have a wonderful day.
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