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and vividly explained to us, the message which Josephite classmates reached various places and
it carried was very loud and deep still ringing in positions in their journey of life. After the advent
the ears of class 8th A students. It still lingers of digital renaissance it was easier to be in touch
in my mind and I never waste the opportunity of around the globe but sometimes a pain. Anyway,
narrating it to anybody, young or old stressing I traced out my English teacher, her whereabouts
that we all should love our fellow being with the and her current location.
feel I experienced as I first heard this in my 8 th
grade (many would think I was on the lesser IQ Finally after many years I decided to call her as I
side). I am sure all reading this would go back got her phone number. The bell on the other side
and refer on Abu Ben Adam. Sr. Mercy would sit rang with a shrill sound, I could hear my heart
on the backbench watching all of us as we did beats..lab..dab..I felt I missed a beat in my anxiety
our Grammar exercises. The backbenchers were mode, but finally on the other side the voice
incredibly proud as their best teacher always to sounded…”Hello…”I shrieked out in excitement…
share some jokes, which she made it a point to ”Sister, it’s me your student” and the words came
laugh even though many of us knew that it literally out as a flurry. I never bothered to find out if my
made her cry, invaded their abode of erudition, shriek made her deaf at least for a fraction of a
amusement, and impishness. Years flew by; all our second. I could not stop as I was in excitement,