28/05/2025
Batch of May 2025, officially signing out!
30th April 2025
Dear students,
Today marks the end of our classes together. You all were not just another batch. You were my batch. The one I laughed with, got frustrated with, grew with. The one I’ll always remember, not for the marks or lessons shared, but for the memories.
I will miss Nabiha and Warisha, champions of the "Sir, ektu marks den na" movement.
And Nazifa, the silent mastermind, who made Warisha do all her questioning.
I will miss Sachchondo and the weird food combinations she somehow survived eating, and her obsession with every language on Earth except English, the very subject I was supposed to teach.
I will miss being confused every single time between Melinda and Melissa — honestly, I still don't know who’s who. (jk)
I will miss yelling at Lamia and Tafannum for being permanently glued to their phones.
I will miss Savera’s disturbingly encyclopedic knowledge of drugs. I swear, I still suspect that she probably is a cartel member!
I’ll miss seeing Nuhan twice a day, once in class and once in Talha’s building. At this point, it felt like he was haunting me.
I’ll miss Arafat, taking his self-appointed job as the Skibidi Police, constantly trying to stop Neil from speaking the most garbage things I’ve ever heard in an English class.
But most of all, I’ll miss all of you. Because I didn’t just teach you, I lived a part of my life with you.
Through heartbreaks, personal battles, grief, joy, and countless rants, taking your classes became my escape. It gave me purpose on days I didn’t feel like getting out of bed. It gave me something to laugh about, something to hold onto. Teaching you didn’t feel like a job — it felt like a reason.
And for that, I thank you.
I hope life treats you gently. And when it doesn’t, I hope you fight like hell and come out stronger.
Like I always say, I don’t believe in goodbyes. So instead,
Till we meet again.