All Good Things Come To an End. Do they?

Last year, when I was in 6D, I actually felt like I was a part of something spectacular. Every single person in that class made a difference, and the class was incomplete if even one person wasn’t there. We were all a team. We fought amongst ourselves a lot, but who says teammates don’t fight?

In the beginning, it felt like the year was going to move on very, very slowly. First came studying, then tests, then exams. It was only after the year ended did we realize how much fun we had, and how the year went by so quickly. We went through everything together, didn’t we? Exams, fights, tears, Christmas Concert, everything else. Our Christmas Concert was an evening to remember. Every one of us was a star that day, sparkling together above everybody else, with our class teacher right in the middle. We couldn’t have made 6D the best class if it wasn’t for Miss Khandadia.

Miss Khandadia is just the most extraordinary teacher I have ever had. She wouldn’t start her math lesson without solving our fights and listening to our problems. She was there for us, just like how we were there for each other. She kept us shining throughout the year. She supported all of us, gave us an encouraging smile before every competition, and be most excited when we won. She was our best friend, and the best class teacher ever.

We had a party on the last of school, just for our class, in the lunch break, and by the time it was over there were packets of Lays on the floor, pieces of muffins on the desks, Sprite all over the dustbin, and laughter in the air. It looked like the aftermath of a junk- food tsunami. We thought Miss Khandadia would really get angry this time, but all she did was smile at us, told us to enjoy and clean up the mess later. Has anyone ever had a teacher like that?

Well, when the year came to an end, our amazing class did too. Miss Khandadia had to leave the school as she was getting married, which was a tale ready to bring us to tears, but she’ll always be a happy memory in our head which we will never forget. Maybe all good things do come to an end. We may never have as good a teacher, but someday, we may have a class as marvelous as 6D.

My Daddy

If you ask any kid, they’ll say ‘my dad’s the best’ and ‘my dad is better than all other dads,’ etc., etc. I’m sure that’s what everyone would expect me to say. But my daddy’s really, really special. He’s funny, silly, and does everything to make us happy.

When he burps, the whole house shakes, and he’ll grin when we look at him with disgusted faces. When we play music, he’ll come inside our room and start dancing, or, in other words, waving his arms and legs frantically, causing us to laugh uncontrollably, or sometimes causing us to roll our eyes but eventually smile. When he cracks jokes, which don’t ever make sense, we all groan, giggling at the frown on his big, bearded face. He’ll buy us everything we want, enjoying the hugs we give him after we finally buy it. When he shouts at us, he’ll feel guilty about it and come running to give us his bear- like hug. He’s just simply amazing, my daddy. Sur, there maybe other dads who make their family laugh, but what puts my daddy above all the rest is his smiling, happy face, his sense of humor as he tries to make everyone laugh, and of course, his unconditional love and generosity, which makes him not only loving and happy from the outside, but a wonderful person from the inside.

I love you a lot, daddy. I couldn’t ask for a better father.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!