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A Letter to Mrs. Joshi

Dear Mrs. Joshi,

My name is Mudita Yajnik, you had me as your student in fourth grade. I am writing to you today to say thank you for being such a great teacher, and for helping deal with bullies. You were the first teacher ever who made me feel welcome in their class, and I could tell that you really did care about me. While I was in your class, I was dealing with a lot of bullies and the teachers ignored my cries for help. You, however, did not ignore me and let me vent when I wanted and provided a creative outlet for me to express myself. Even though it was an English language class, you had us drawing and playing games and spending time outside in the sun, and that made your class really fun and memorable. I remember we used to sing a song you made up for us. We used to sing it together as a class, and I used to sing that song at home as well! You even offered to tutor me so I can earn better grades in my classes.

While I was in your class, I felt comfortable and happy. I felt like I could talk to you about what was bothering me, and I'm positive you would have helped me with any problem as much as you could have. In the Indian education, I don't really have a lot of happy memories about my teachers because they all picked on me. I never did their work, which made them embarrass me in front of the class, which made me hate them even more and I never did their work because of this reason. But I remember doing all the homework you assigned because you were a really great teacher and I wanted to impress you. You were my first favorite teacher. Thank you for helping me, and other struggling students.

Best wishes,

Mudita Yajnik

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