Respectfully yours, and I mean it |
The volume of my expectations of you being my didact is proportionately enormous. Resuming from where I left off.
My ninth expectation is that you don't discriminate against students based on favouritism. Maybe in my class sits a child of any of your acquaintances or even your own; you will treat him like me or me like him. Once, a teacher's son was my classmate. He was given a special status. His mischief was ignored as a mark of his intelligence. He would drink cool water from the staff room and use the teachers' hygienic washrooms. Even our principal never objected to his taking liberties with the school discipline. I envied being a teacher's son.
My tenth expectation is actually the expression of my anguish when you don't address me by my name. I request you to never dart any derogatory epithet or moniker towards me in a fit of fury at my bad performance. Your casual name-calling and body-shaming would embarrass me in front of my classmates, who will not forget to ridicule me with that moniker.
My eleventh expectation is that I want to........