I remember...A dark figure, the frequent cluck-cluck of a walking stick as she made her way to the class room. The girls hushing quiet, standing up in perfect coordination and greeting her. No blacks strayed in her short, white hair. Her skirt was neat with not a wrinkle in sight. Her skin, badly aging. Voice like thunder, eyes of an eagle. That was Miss Williams.
She taught us phonics till grade three. She always required attention and perfection from the student, both of which I LACKED =D
I remember never listening to her instructions, and ending up saying "see=saaaw" instead of "se-saow" and "tthik" instead of a soft "thick". I remember failing in all the essays, and being reminded that my eyes weren't black, but "daaark brown". =/ and I used to think "Does it matter?"
I remember cutting up a permission form in half where there was drawn a scissors with a dotted line. I had handed in the parents' signature part to her, and had left the "instructions" portion home. I had got a serious and humiliating scolding from her, she said "I have to clip these in, why did you cut it?Now show me how to clip it!" and obviously there wasn't a single way I could...and I thought "Does it matter?"
Once she told us she was 85 years old. I could totally believe that. =D
She wasn't one of my favorite teachers, but she had inculcated in me what i myself could not have learned =D
She was devoted to her job and honest with her work.
*She never missed a class* =(
I remember...As she walked back to heaven, her gait was silent. Seeing her this time, the girls broke into soft tears. They stood up in perfect coordination and prayed. There was peace in the expression on her face. She is one of the Convent teachers who will be remembered.
She taught us phonics till grade three. She always required attention and perfection from the student, both of which I LACKED =D
I remember never listening to her instructions, and ending up saying "see=saaaw" instead of "se-saow" and "tthik" instead of a soft "thick". I remember failing in all the essays, and being reminded that my eyes weren't black, but "daaark brown". =/ and I used to think "Does it matter?"
I remember cutting up a permission form in half where there was drawn a scissors with a dotted line. I had handed in the parents' signature part to her, and had left the "instructions" portion home. I had got a serious and humiliating scolding from her, she said "I have to clip these in, why did you cut it?Now show me how to clip it!" and obviously there wasn't a single way I could...and I thought "Does it matter?"
Once she told us she was 85 years old. I could totally believe that. =D
She wasn't one of my favorite teachers, but she had inculcated in me what i myself could not have learned =D
She was devoted to her job and honest with her work.
*She never missed a class* =(
I remember...As she walked back to heaven, her gait was silent. Seeing her this time, the girls broke into soft tears. They stood up in perfect coordination and prayed. There was peace in the expression on her face. She is one of the Convent teachers who will be remembered.
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