memories

So I am sitting here years after having left the hallowed walls of SJC, my Alma Mater. Not quite the hallowed walls since the lower school has been relocated to a totally different location. I suppose I am one of those students who have succeeded and can now help to shape the young minds of new students.

So here I am going through my presentation in my head when in walks in non other than my past Maths teacher. She has since retired but that did not stop the memories from rushingto the fore of my mind.

Back then in her opinion I was the useless child who was clearly too daft and slow to understand mathematics (never mind the fact that I was in the science class which was an achievement in itself) So there I was years later in form 5S with Miss at the front of the class. Hands up "miss can you explain this again" no anwer. "Miss I do not understand" still no answer. Hand ready to fall off now because one must raise one's hand to get the teacher's attention. "Miss Miss" and finally I have managed to get her attention so she responds "Girls lets move on with the non-sense this child is asking" Defeated I put my hand down and slump back into my seat. Like many of my teachers at that time she too thought I was just wasting time and would amount to nothing but a failure.

Imagine their surprise when I successfully completed SJC with CXC passes and moved on to higher education.

So now 19 years and a bachelors and masters degree later in addition to training and certificates in many areas, she peers at me throught the rims of her glasses and smiles. "Hi how are you? what are you doing now. Remind of your name again" Ah Yes I remember now. And I am thinking yes!!! retribution.

Ans so years later I can let go. I have proved them wrong and now it is time for me to positively impact young minds.

"Good morning girls, I am so happy to be here today. I am a past student. How many of you here are in St. Theresa's House?