Memories of Lida Fong Lim

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Lida Fong Lim

Foster City, CA, USA

May 28, 1939 - October 23, 2019

May 28, 1939 - Oct 23, 2019

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Treena McCoy

Just now saw the obit circulating on Facebook. Sending my condolences to Miss Lim’s family.

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Timothy Goll

Miss Lim was my poetry teacher at BIS, the first or second year she began teaching. I always liked her because she was young and seemed to be able to relate to a 12 year old better than many of the older teachers. Several years ago we reconnected on facebook and would have fun teasing each other on our posts. She had a lot of life in her and enjoyed her commentary, especially on tennis. RIP Miss Lim.

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Catherine Raye-Wong

Such an amazing educator who led me to the love of the English language and literature. I went on to major in English in college, and obtained a law degree because I love writing. She truly inspired and help mold my love of reading and writing. To her family I hope loving memories comfort you. This was a woman who made a difference in so many young lives, including mine. I am grateful for her being in my life. May she rest in peace.

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Rachelle Hinton (Gil)

Miss Lim was my English teacher at BIS, and one of my favorite teachers! So sad to hear of her passing. Much... Read more Miss Lim was my English teacher at BIS, and one of my favorite teachers! So sad to hear of her passing. Much love to everyone ... Read more Miss Lim was my English teacher at BIS, and one of ... Read more

Ryan Tresser

1994, Burlingame, CA

I was in Ms. Lim's English class when I was 12 or 13 years old. I knew she was a good teacher, because of how grounded and she was. Her class was under control, and her students seemed to respect her, and wanted to do well by her. I think this was more a result of her natural authority than any typical student/teacher obligation, or hopes for a grade. She seemed wise, and unafraid to share stories about her life. When she looked at us, it wasn't as children, but as young adults, and she seemed to take us seriously on our own terms. I also felt my personality click with hers. She somehow reminded me of myself, which was the first time I felt that way toward an adult. One day she gave me a book to read, because she thought I might like it. This blew my mind; a teacher had given me an extra book to read, just because she knew me, thought well of me, and maybe I would like it? I took the book home and read it immediately. It was sort of a multi media book; characters falling out of love, and writing letters back and forth, and so you'd have to pull out an actual cardboard letter, and read their hand writing to figure out what happened. I was very serious about the book, because Ms. Lim had given it to me, and so I thought very hard about theme, and what it all meant, and all the adult stuff I knew she'd want me to think about. When I returned the book, she asked how I liked it, and I said something about the main character, the heartbroken woman sending all the strange notes, and all her pain, and wasn't this a great way to write a book, with letters, and I tried to sound very sophisticated. Ms. Lim smiled and said, "Well, yeah, but the main character - she was kind of pyscho, right? Don't you think she went pyscho?" And this was the first example I had of how the smartest person in the room doesn't have to prove how smart they are, and how impressing people with deep thoughts is fine, but what's better is being human, with emotions you're brave enough share, and then laughing about the whole thing, and all the good gossip. I was blessed to have four or five great teachers in my life, and she was one of the very best.

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