MY VIEWS

I always wanted to write about this part of my life. As a tribute to my dearest teachers. When i was a child i was a very lean little child. I was not really good at anything. Not that good at studies, sports, arts or anything. I had a very difficult to pronounce name. I got bullied a lot. I had very little confidence. When i was a little i heard stories like Mathematics is the queen of all sciences, smart people know math and all. I really liked math. It was sort of an escapism for me. I used to think even though i am bad at everything, but at least if i am good at math, i must be smart. It was like my little fortress of hope.  After 4th standard i joined an aided school in English medium. I knew little to no English and then came that dark day in my life. Our Math teacher gave us some problems to solve. When the results came, me and a friend of mine had the lowest marks. I believe it was 2 out of 15. We were asked to stand up in class for the whole period.  I was so sad. Math