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.