My Rising Story: My Aha For Personalized Education And Success

I Let It Fall, My Words. As It Fell, My Rising Story. My Aha For Personalized Education And Success.

This is my story that I have not shared with family and friends. Now, I feel it is worth for the world to know for good reasons.

My English Language Story

I was in 7th grade. To hold back my tears was a herculean effort. I cannot recall what my English teacher exactly said. All I can remember -the red circles in my English paper and how her well intended words were piercing through my heart. I remember wearing short pants to school then. As I lumbered back to my bench, I swore to never let it happen again. It was not for lack of trying, English was not my forte. I needed a new tactic.

That evening, I asked for help. I reached out

I hardly spoke English at home, some of the written materials were alien to the spoken English at school! “Thy” got jumbled with “you” creating discordant notes in my head. I often found my ejects from these eclectic narrations– OMIT (my mix of English and Tamil acronym for over my head– Over My Thalai). I was far away from the spelling bee whiz kids.

On the other hand, editorials clicked with me gradually and even worked wonders for me. Without realizing, I fell in love with the words and their poetry- words with evocative feel or interesting interpretation.

The beauty of life is that it came a full circle. The same English teacher taught me again. By this time, I was wearing full trousers at school with a crack in my voice and gawkier. I was in 10th grade. She applauded me for work well done in front of my class. Teachers are so invested in students that they have gargantuan memory- hallmark of their involvement. “You have come a long way”, she said. Her thousand watts smile I still remember vividly.

The 3 year journey was one of my most cherished ones. I like to tip my hat in reverence to Natraja mama, my dad’s godfather. He is in my thoughts forever for raising me to heights I never knew

That half jest remark has a bigger ring of truth in my life. Though fortuitous circumstances, by reading the editorials, I stumbled upon my own art of communication.

Each one of us, have our preferred art of communication. A geeky programmer connects with fellow crafters through his code, many teenagers through their texts, some through emojis, great mathematicians through equations, orators through their spoken words, writers though their imprints, artists through their creations, movie directors through their videos.

What happens if we (and students) get exposed to other arts of communication- not to be experts in all but listeners of many. Could it help connect with people meaningfully?

Circling back to the success metric between academics and communication, I do believe that academic pursuit provides the first spring board. Words said and unsaid, provide the platform to sustain growth in the long