Dear Miss,
I am so happy that you are my teacher. For i have learnta lot. Not only what is in curriculum, but also what is outside. Let us take mathematics. We have learnt to skip chapters and makde all courses complete - so fast that S C Sircar would flusha deep red in embarrasment. YOu taught us to fight for ourseleves - so you leave the class giving your botes to one of us to teach to the others. Just imagine madam, teh delight we had in self reliance. The maths process you said did not end up getting the result as printed at the back of the book. But what the heck ! It is the adventure of going on wrong trails that's intyerseting, is not it ? And mam,, look at the family cohesiveness you have brought. Our evenings are spent together trying to decipher what you taught. Just imagine mam, we now have dads searching other dads out to compare notes. And mam, the English ! Wren & Martin is obsolete english , that I know now mam. And my classwork copy would send Chambers and Oxford in a suicide pact. But do not worry mam, like maths - the true reader knows what we wanted to express. And thrid language - I know mam, it is a third degree torture. I appreciate your teaching or lack of teaching- after all what is it's use ? We are all going to be engineers & doctors , right ? Thanks mam, for asking for peculiar handicraft projects. It's really helping our economy - the shopkeepers are happy mam.
And in the eventuality that we end up faltering in adding or writing something that appears to be English words, we would always have our projects to fall back.
Happy Teachers Day.
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