Some memories never go away. No matter how many years pass, something will happen and make you realize that the memory of those incidents are as fresh as ever.
Yesterday, while using a projector for a presentation, I noticed the dust particles flying about in the stream of light which was coming out of the projector. They're tiny insignificant things, often quite annoying, but they always remind me of one particular incident. And that memory makes them beautiful to me.
My mother used to be a teacher. No matter where she taught, which level she taught, or even which subject she taught - everyone loved her classes. Her students from more than a decade back still keep in touch with her - she meant that much to them.
I must have been 8 or so when she came to teach one of the senior classes as a substitute teacher for a few days. She came home and told me she had taught them about dust particles. The very next day, during the morning assembly, I happened to glance towards the class she had taught the previous day, and the entire class was looking upwards towards the sunlight and exclaiming, "Look, dust particles!"
Yes, dust particles can be beautiful.
Yesterday, while using a projector for a presentation, I noticed the dust particles flying about in the stream of light which was coming out of the projector. They're tiny insignificant things, often quite annoying, but they always remind me of one particular incident. And that memory makes them beautiful to me.
My mother used to be a teacher. No matter where she taught, which level she taught, or even which subject she taught - everyone loved her classes. Her students from more than a decade back still keep in touch with her - she meant that much to them.
I must have been 8 or so when she came to teach one of the senior classes as a substitute teacher for a few days. She came home and told me she had taught them about dust particles. The very next day, during the morning assembly, I happened to glance towards the class she had taught the previous day, and the entire class was looking upwards towards the sunlight and exclaiming, "Look, dust particles!"
Yes, dust particles can be beautiful.
6 comments:
Yeah, whatever.
I like so totally aced the boards today!
You have a very thoughtful brother, you know that?
Ah yes... paired association... classical conditioning. Isn't behaviourism wonderful? *sigh*
hi!! I never knew your mum used to teach... and she sounds wonderful!! if she could inspire an entire class like that about dust particles... am jealous!! and I guess you put me back in touch with a looooooooong lost memory too... just the memory of me as a li'l child in the old kitchen in the house which sued to be... and the beam of dust particles with the sun on them coming in...
75% of all of all these so called 'dust particles' are human skin flakes.
Go be romantic about that, now.
ur brother is funny
i didnt kno aunty was a teacher
no wonder u can teach stats so well
heha
i hate dust particles tho
they get into d eyse an dirritate 4 hours.........
bleh!!!!!!!!!
Normally I don't read blogs like this (more into politics and history) but I enjoyed your randomness of this blog. Your a pretty good writer, and your topics are interesting. Keep it up.
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