Hi Guys!
Now, sir, you might think we’re here to give you that typical boring old speech
about how we’ll miss you a lot, which we will, but I have better plans… Instead of being
low-spirited about how your departure will make us, why don’t we reminisce on the good
times we had? Like the first day you entered our classes! I mean, everyone thought you
were another new proxy teacher or something because till then English was always a proxy.
The chills down our spines when we heard Kraik saying: “Where are you going little girl?”.
When we read the Ancient Mariner or the extract with a guy named Passpartout! I think,
scratch that, I know that everyone's favourite chapter here was “Hey you Down there!”
with Calvin and Dora. I mean, the crazy theories we had about Calvin, or that one time
when everyone thought Dora was a psychopath because she was Happy when Calvin wasn’t
responding once! The way you made us reporters, researchers, actors, poets, fashion
designers, activists, debaters, authors, writers, artists, and so much more! I mean, we
wouldn’t have enjoyed so much and honestly gotten addicted to english and literature if it
weren’t for you! You inspired so many of us to write, to read, to follow what we feel is
correct. You introduced us to some of the greatest poetries that we will never forget; to
quote one as such “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Now to get to the part which will make everyone feel the gut wrenching feeling which some
might know as Nostalgia, and some might know as simply as memories. Let me give you all
a small flashback: All those who were in 6A and 6B might remember — how this man right
here, at the end of 6th grade, told us to close our eyes, sit silently with ourselves, and think
about how the past year had gone for us, and then everyone just started crying cuz we
were like really sad about it! So it’s our turn to make you feel the same thing sir.
So yeah, let’s just get to the typical old boring part which I clearly said will not be in the
speech but hey! Who doesn’t love surprises and plot twists, especially our Aayush sir who
just never seems to leave out one!
Look back, about two years, when you first entered our classrooms. Think about how we
went from complete strangers, to having this beautiful bond through the medium of you
teaching us. All the moments of fun, laughter, excitement, and joy that we shared; like the
Smaash trip, oh wait, forgot you had air-time back then, but yeah, we actually had a lot of
fun, like a loott of fun in the MUSO Trip, when we were singing and dancing and just having
the time of our lives! When you actually pause your daily routine, and think about how fast
time flies? I mean, didn’t we just complete 6th grade? Okay I know this is getting too long
so lemme just wrap it up by reciting a really really really good and special poem which
means a lot, written by Walt Whitman:
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
