A Sad Goodbye

It is with deep sadness, that we bid goodbye, to a favourite teacher. Many a year later, all of forty five, we still remember her with great fondness. Her classes she made most interesting,, though a dry subject it was. Navigating through the world with us, she taught Geography .

The hemispheres we knew, the time zones she made simple. The winds that blow and the seasons that follow, she made known to us . Names of oceans, names of continents, names of countries and their capital cities, she drilled into us, until we knew it like the back of our hand. Considered strict, some even called her a harridan, she looked upon slackers, not too kindly.

Always neat and tidy, she abhorred untidiness, both in our work and our appearance . The maps we drew, not always the best, caused her immense distress. The outlines crooked, the places we marked were askew, but it was with patience, that she corrected our shoddy assignments. A woman of exceptional discipline she was, and our tardiness caused her much grief.

And yet, with diligence she chose to educate us who were insufferable, like all the educators we were honoured to have. With great tolerance, she taught us simple etiquette, to talk softly and still be heard, to be polite even when we are irked, to mind our language, to sit with our knees together. She turned us who were unmannerly, into perfect ladies and watched proudly, when we graduated.

Goodbye , Ms. Saldanha, rest in peace, you have carved a place in our hearts and will be remembered, for generations.