My journey in the world of English began with her in grade 8. I still remember the first ever class I had with her. The first thing that caught my attention was obviously her beauty. But by the end of the class I was equally drawn in by her intelligence. And as and when I attended more of her classes, I found that there was more to her than just her looks. She is someone who makes people reconsider their typical thoughts that beautiful women aren’t intelligent. She changed that mindset of mine too. I truly admire her for the person she is. I remember how everyone in class used to get really annoyed when she wouldn’t punish me for not completing my homework. If I remember right, she hasn’t ever punished me in the two years that she taught me. Hmm…looks like someone has a favourite! Even though she isn’t officially my assigned teacher anymore, I still learn from her in every conversation that we have.
She walks into class gracefully, taking small careful steps. Placing her books on the teacher’s desk and crossing her arms, she clears her throat softly to get everyone’s attention. What she doesn’t realise is that all of that is completely unnecessary, as the moment she set foot in class, everyone’s eyes had turned to her immediately. Her attempts at being stern go all in vain, as everyone looks at her, totally dumbstruck by her mere presence. Her flawless radiant skin and eyes that shine with dignity and intelligence captivate everyone. Tucking a light strand of hair behind her ear, she waits for the class to settle down. Introducing the topic of discussion to us, she waits for a response from our side. Occasionally she plays with the ends of her shawl and comments on the weather as the class slips into a deep trance looking at her spellbinding exquisiteness. Resplendent in even the most simplest of attires, she is no doubt one of the most stunning yet distinguished women in the world. A slight smile peeks out of the corners of her mouth as she suppresses a soft giggle and rolls her eyes at the vague remarks of a few boys. She tolerates up till a limit, but at the slightest rudeness, she points towards the door and sweetly asks the offender to leave. If he resists, she throws what seems like a mild form of a diva tantrum, and the boy leaves obediently, absolutely amused by the range of different expressions her face displayed in a very short period of time. Her sensible and highly sagacious thoughts are understood by very few, and she finds humor in the faintly bewildered expressions of the few who were too lost to even hear what she said. “I hope you’re straight” she jokes when a girl passes a flattering remark on her, and the student is left in her thoughts wondering about the same. A sweet blush forms on her cheeks when someone compliments her as she turns around to leave the class.