The heart’s a flutter as the world springs into action. Why did Stalin make way for Hitler? Was it real that the assassination of the Austrian prince really did lead us to World War 2?! Often Ma’am’s words would ring into my ears. The blue tact she used would appear bluer. I would look at it, and it mesmerized my vision, like a blue tornado forcing me to escape from the class to witness the war. The first time I pronounced Sarajevo was with a “V”; some things aren’t as they are supposed to be. It wasn’t the first time that History was taught in class, but the manner in which it was taught made it all the more alluring.
I was hoping to call in when I thought I might forget, so I messaged Ma’am on her birthday. She was touched to bits. She wondered if there was anyone who would remember her. I did. And I am glad that I did. Don’t get me wrong, I am no master of numbers; neither did I do too well in Maths, it’s just that some things remain so firmly etched that the though just does not seek to part away. The wars, the action, the numerous charts she used in making every frivolous historical fact so important was innovative enough; not to mention sorely interesting.
It’s a fact that everyone I have met up with hates History. For most boys it’s the remembrance of dates that seems most ridiculous.... Continued in Part 3
