My responsibilities on this final day were both familiar and comforting. One of the primary tasks was coordinating the Vanchipattu practice. Vanchipattu, a traditional form of song associated with Kerala’s boat races, holds a cultural resonance that binds the community together. Guiding the students through the rhythms and verses brought a sense of unity and joy. Watching their enthusiasm reminded me of how traditions serve as a bridge, connecting us to our roots while also forging new connections. The practice was alive with energy, with the students singing in unison, their voices filling the air and creating a feeling of collective pride and celebration. I felt grateful to be part of an event that allowed the students to explore their culture more deeply and participate wholeheartedly.
Aside from the Vanchipattu practice, I had two substitution classes that day—one for 6F and another for 5A. Entering these classrooms, I was greeted by excited and expectant faces. As I spent time with each class, we covered topics and engaged in discussions that went beyond the standard curriculum. I shared stories, perspectives, and insights I had gathered throughout my teaching experience. The students seemed genuinely curious, eager to ask questions and share their thoughts. There was a warmth in their interactions, a feeling that extended beyond mere teacher-student dynamics. In these moments, I realized that teaching is as much about forming connections as it is about imparting knowledge.
Both 6F and 5A were eager to learn, their enthusiasm reminding me of why I chose this path. We talked about various topics, from history to simple life values, and the discussions often veered into life lessons and shared experiences. They listened intently as I shared anecdotes and offered advice. It felt less like teaching and more like guiding younger friends, imparting to them small pieces of wisdom I hoped would stay with them as they progressed in their own journeys.
As the day drew to a close, a sense of bittersweet satisfaction settled within me. Looking around the school, I felt immense gratitude for the people, experiences, and challenges that had shaped my time there. Leaving was emotional; it was difficult to say goodbye to a place that had become more than just a professional setting. The friendships with students, the laughter, the learning—all of it left an indelible mark on me. This journey had given me memories, taught me resilience, and, above all, reminded me of the profound impact educators have on young lives.
Though my time at St. Joseph HSS has come to an end, I carry with me the lessons learned and the connections made, which will inspire me as I continue on my path.
