Haikus, Ironies and a Pile of Hamburgers.

Okay, so here I am. At 1am. Sleep just not ready to come and grace me with her presence, even after listening to a bunch of hindi romantic songs. And none of the guys available to text, they always put their phones on silent mode before hitting the sack, though I wonder why.
Laying in bed, I start to think about tomorrow's exam. Its the last one, and its English. Okay, mind you English in GCSE is tough, but there's nothing you could actually study for. Its like either you have those language skills, or not.
But, my exam was far from my mind here. I actually thinking about my previous English teacher.
And, he was not your average good 'ol english teacher. He was different.
From his 6-inch mohawk, to his arms full of tattoos, Mr. D was intimidating from Day 1. From the time he had entered our first English class in Grade 9, the guys had instantly taken liking to him. He was the ultimate definition of a "cool" teacher.
For starters he allowed us to curse in class. Not that it mattered to me, but 'twas definitely a big plus point for him, as 90% of the class instantly thinking he was "the best".
In almost every class of his, the discussion would turn to either Illuminati or the ongoing football matches or how Twilight sucks. And that constant bickering between the guys(which now included Mr.D, too)always earned them an eye-roll from me.
Those constant debates over Americans or Brits, Soccer or football, Blackberry or Any other company!
And, he almost never took a class in a class! As in, he never conducted a class in a classroom. Whenever the bell rang for his period, our spirits were automatically lifted as we made our way to the resource room or the audio-visual room. Where, he would show us videos of different not-so-famous-but-with-a-strong-perspective videos and make us actually ponder over matters that mattered.
Also, the fact that he (in all his right senses) asked us to burn ourn our textbooks, did the final deed of landing him in the #1 spot on our list of favourite teachers!
It was like he had decided not to follow the mediocre ways of teaching, instead take on the path of making us good, world citizens with ofcourse, a proper command over the language...
In his quest to do the same, we picked up of things,you may say that we previously hadn't and would possibly not forget over the years..
And some of them being Haikus and ironies. We had these extensive debates on whether the mentioned statements were ironies or not!
He always taught us to make our own, individual perspective. Irrelevent of what other people think.

And, Haiku's were a delight! We had to come up with one, as a part of our weekend homework. But at the end of that weekend- zilch, nada. I just couldnt  make one (And we had also sworn to him, that we would never use the aid of the internet to do our English homework, so that option was out too..)
But after two long weeks of brainstorming, I came up with this:

Sock and shoes make a pair
Just like Pitt and Anniston did

Brad and Jenny had a tiff
Angie took advantage
Stole Pitt

Socks and shoes fell apart
Just as Pitt and Anniston did

Yeah, lame. I know. And, probably it wasn't even fitting the proper conditions of a Haiku. But it was the least I could think of! And, he appreciated it  B|
And then the fact that he gave us group assignments, made the class even more enjoyable. Like, there was this one assignment where we had to create a story which had random characters like Lady Gaga. I mean, Lady Gaga! Which normal teacher would do that?! Thats why we loved him.
Also we had this assignment where we make a short story, anything pertaining to our interests, and then go on to make a comic strip on it! I mean, how cool can English get!?

Mr.D was the conductor of our weekly movie clubs. Almost the whole of the high school had signed up for it. Trust me, Im not exaggerating.
The movies he showed us were decided by him on not their being suitable for our viewing, but on their content. And, by that I certainly do not mean Heidi or Jane Eyre. The movie club had started with Fight Club as its very first movie. And I literally fell in love with that movie. The other movies we saw (and I loved) were The Illusionist,  Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Dead Poets' Society, School of Rock among others.

His adorable handwriting on the green-board, the way he used to hold the chalk...literally had us die with laughter!

But, jokes aside. What I really like about him, was him. He was originally, him. Gosh, I dont even know whether that makes sense.. Its just that he inspired us to think creative. And be ourselves.

And, reasons why I hate my new English teacher. Frankly, I dont think I have any.
Its just the idea of her, being his replacement that bothers me. Its just that I act like such an obstinate mule in her class, refusing to do anything she asks me straight away and never answering her properly; makes her hate my guts. And, in order to instigate her, I wrote this rebellious essay in my review, expecting a low grade and a long lecture. But she gave me the highest marks and even read out my essay to the whole class. Talk about embarrassment -.-

That's all for now. I wrote this in an utterly agitated and sleepy state, so please excuse my rants one more time?



Later.



Ciao ;) xx