Vulgarity!!!
That is what Fahmeeda maám our "beloved" history teacher used to yell at us. She was the one who broke the history class is boring theory.
Her classes were the perfect backdrop for all the nuisances any kid could create. She hardly left her chair which gave the last benchers ample opportunity to create a healthy ruckus inside the classroom. Last year was the peak. The guys started aiming chalk and pen caps at the ceiling fans. They would hit the moving fan and fall around the classroom and Fammy will be left wondering how on earth is it raining Caps and Chalk??
The windows at the back overlooked the street so whenever anybody shot a piece of chalk at the fan the last benchers would turn back and start scolding imaginary people on the road and she will be more than once forced to believe that it is actually one of the street urchins throwing stuff inside the classroom rather than one of her very own students.
My classmates would all crowd outside the classroom just before she arrived and complain that the classroom is giving out some foul odour. Alas the poor lady will have no other choice but to take us to another empty classroom. Once a guy got his cellphone to school and all of a sudden during the monotonous explanation of the French Revolution Eminem started rapping. Having the kind of unity we can boastof my whole class started making other noises to distract her from the music but yeah the phone WAS confiscated.
Her favourite dialogues are Laga toh teer nahi toh tokka, I can see vulgarity in you and Nakralu Chestava. History has always been fun with her. Not the chapters but the jokes. I just hope no teacher is reading this blog. X
That is what Fahmeeda maám our "beloved" history teacher used to yell at us. She was the one who broke the history class is boring theory.
Her classes were the perfect backdrop for all the nuisances any kid could create. She hardly left her chair which gave the last benchers ample opportunity to create a healthy ruckus inside the classroom. Last year was the peak. The guys started aiming chalk and pen caps at the ceiling fans. They would hit the moving fan and fall around the classroom and Fammy will be left wondering how on earth is it raining Caps and Chalk??
The windows at the back overlooked the street so whenever anybody shot a piece of chalk at the fan the last benchers would turn back and start scolding imaginary people on the road and she will be more than once forced to believe that it is actually one of the street urchins throwing stuff inside the classroom rather than one of her very own students.
My classmates would all crowd outside the classroom just before she arrived and complain that the classroom is giving out some foul odour. Alas the poor lady will have no other choice but to take us to another empty classroom. Once a guy got his cellphone to school and all of a sudden during the monotonous explanation of the French Revolution Eminem started rapping. Having the kind of unity we can boastof my whole class started making other noises to distract her from the music but yeah the phone WAS confiscated.
Her favourite dialogues are Laga toh teer nahi toh tokka, I can see vulgarity in you and Nakralu Chestava. History has always been fun with her. Not the chapters but the jokes. I just hope no teacher is reading this blog. X
AWESOME!! BEST POST EVER!!
ReplyDeleteLol thanx :D
ReplyDeleteHahahahahhaah!! Good old memories... I used to argue a LOT with her! I hope all the teachers read this (including Fammy of course).. :P
ReplyDeleteGood write up! ;)
I will be in serious trouble then! :P
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