Life is interesting. Even as a teacher in a private school.
A few weeks back a young man came to my residence. He bent down as if to touch my feet. I understood that he was one of my old students though I confessed that I couldn’t recall his name. He introduced himself.
“I want a letter of reference,” he said. “I’m going abroad for higher studies.”
I drafted a letter on my laptop and showed it to him.
“Sir, with this letter I can get admission in any foreign university. Thank you so much.”
My ego was bloated. Could I do so much for a student whom I couldn’t even recall at first sight?
“Sir,” he deflated my ego sooner than I could have imagined. “Can you make a change in the letter?”
“Tell me,” I said.
“Can you change your name and write the principal’s name…”
“Yeah, I can do that,” I said hiding my sulk. “But how will that help you?”
I had written umpteen reference letters in my own name and this was the first time I was faced with this situation.
“Sir, I have brought a letterhead of the principal. You just have to change the name and give me a print of the letter. I will get the necessary signature and seal… Today is Sunday, you see. The office is closed. Only you can help me with the print…”
I helped him.
And I learnt one more lesson about being a good teacher in a residential school.
HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY to all teachers [belated, I confess].