i have a dream... a song to sing....

hola!
i keep going thro these sudden phases where i remb oh i have a blog! lol... so this is the outcome of one such.
i was thinking of shashi ma'am - my english teacher for class 6 n 7. n well - i shud say one of the ppl who have had a profound influence on me. her crisp cotton sarees and her "how to make tea" in passive voice... r things ill never forget. the 7th syd annual day drama or was it 8th! woops i dun remb that she organised and the song that i sang - i have a dream... a song to sing... by abba... i remb to this day! she encouraged us to think, write, read and do things differently... she spoke to us abt voodoo and black magic and about backpacking trips. classes were absolute fun! n the 7th farewell party was an offspring of her idea!
i think of how important a teacher's influence on a student is - for the love or hatred of the subject and i realise my liking for books was also partly due to her allowing us to convert one english class a week into library periods. she sure was a breath of fresh air in the school - with fresh ideas and perspectives... n well - as expected - was faced with quite a bit of opposition. i have enjoyed classes with u and i have fond memories... n hope that some day i have the opportunity to meet u again.

well ma'am this is to u - to the difference u have caused in my life! :)