Don't be sad it's over...
Dear Rahat miss There was once a time during our school days when the position of computer teacher was like a rotating trophy. Every year a new teacher sprung about to teach us the subject only to never be seen again next year. We never built any connection with the teachers and in turn, with the subject. The cycle seemed to never end. That was until you arrived. At first I assumed that you too, would merely be another teacher, swept away the next year, never to grace our sights again. Five years since, I now stare at the ceiling at the thought of your departure. With your presence gracing the school premises for so long, I never really thought I would see this day before my school days came to an end. But here we are. All that remain of the vivacious computer periods are the memories and antics you let us get away with. But beyond all this I can confidently say that you have impacted my life in a myriad more ways than one. Maam, you are not just a wonderful teacher but you...