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Fri, Oct. 14th, 2011, 09:09 pm
Remembrance of an English teacher

I was leafing through the latest issue of the Big Issue and I came across a column where the writer remembered a bad English teacher. I thought that a good opportunity to recount my fond memories of a good English teacher. I didn't find her especially inspirational as an English teacher. I don't think she instilled in me a love of reading or writing. What I remember her for came later, many years after I'd left high school. I was handing out how to vote cards for my local Greens candidate (I was a committed Democrat until the party imploded) at a State election. The aforesaid English teacher (I won't name names because in the grubby world of politics even this could get used against her) just happened to be my local member of Parliament. She showed up at that polling booth to rally her campaign workers and hand out sandwiches. Much to my embarrassment, she found me there handing out HTV cards for a rival candidate. I was quite touched that she remembered me, even after all these years. She must have taught hundreds of students. She even gave me a sandwich. Electoral boundaries have changed since then and she is no longer my representative in Parliament, but I still remember that small gesture fondly.

Fri, Oct. 14th, 2011 11:27 am (UTC)

My English teacher nurtured the rebellious streak that I have in me when it comes to standing up for people who cannot fight for themselves.

Sat, Oct. 15th, 2011 01:28 am (UTC)

I won't vote for you, but I'll still take your sandwich!  Nom nom nom...

Sat, Oct. 15th, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)

She's no fool! We have preferential voting in this country, so she was still angling for my second preference. It's not like my candidate had any hope of actually winning anyway. And even so, I would never turn down the offer of food. It would be rude to do so! nom nom nom

Edited at 2011-10-15 06:02 am (UTC)