Soooooooooper Lat(e)ive

Just another of those times I was rendered speechless by my class..

Kid walks in 5 minutes after assembly. 

Me:  (giving him an inquiringly glance) You are late.

Another o' them remarks: Yes, you are the Latest today...

And I haven't even started with 'degrees of comparison'...

Grand teacher?

Most of the students whom I taught when I first started teaching, have children now. Does that make me a grandteacher? 

This is making me feel so ancient... sob..sob..

Psychological assassination!!

Flashback moment: Years ago, an awkward pimple faced, bespectacled, extra tall teenager sat through a ‘Moral Science’ class and realised that what she and everyone around her had passed off as shyness, was in fact a deep rooted inferiority complex. She made half hearted attempts to battle this complex, for in the heart of hearts, she believed there would NEVER come a day when she would look people in the eye and have a conversation, without her knees turning into jelly or the world spinning in her head

Several years, self-improvement books and agony columns later, she started on her ascent and blossomed into a beautiful, confident person. Her passion for teaching inspired her to work hard, and finally she was able to carve her own niche in her field. Her work won her several accolades and honours.

20 years later, she has just been told to get over her ‘superiority complex’ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!

Restart

Don't you sometimes wish that your life had a restart button? I do...ALLLLL the time!

My blog- The Glorious past

I cannot believe that my blog used to get as many as 1200 hits a day. Thanks to Statcounter tools I can go down that memory lane anytime..

People!!! I have started writing again!!!!!
 

Lost and found- Valentine's Day

Date: 14^th February, 2010

Time: 6:45 AM (20 minutes before morning prayers begin)

Place: In my classroom

Me (Enters my classroom looking crestfallen. My laptop is missing since the day before.) What follows is Berne’s TA theory in full action.

V: Why are you looking saaaaaaaaaaaaaaad?

Me: I think I lost my laptop.

S: Did you look in your ‘office’? (They are very proud that their class teacher (also a PRO) is the only teacher who has an office.)

Me: Yes, I did.

S: It must be at home.

Me: No, it’s not, I checked. I looked everywhere, I couldn’t find it.

F: You only told us, “Try, and try till you succeed”.

Me: (Yeah..now hit me with my own shovel) Deep sigh!

V: Don’t worry, you will find it ma’am.

A cheery K enters the class: Happy ValenceTimes Day!!

Me: Errrrmm..what is Valentine’s Day!

K: (in disbelief) You don’t know????

(Teachers usually enjoy a demigod status. There is NOTHING that they are not supposed to know)

Me: Nopes!

V: When you like somebodyyyyy, you give them a card on Valencetimes day, and they become your Valencetime.

I’m enjoying this now, and its helping me take my mind off the 45+ suspect list that I’ve been making since yesterday.

Me: I am not sure I understand that.

F: Why don’t you look in the internet??

V: Ma’am doesn’t have her laptop remember silly.

(You won’t let me forget that, will you?)

The school bell’s ringing puts me out of my misery and signals the beginning of yet another day....

P.S: I found my laptop

Valentine Wishes from my archives

Compound Sports

During a lull in the Sports Day rehearsal..R- the most creative kid in my class remembers what he’s just learnt in English class- compound words

R: Ma’am..Pointing to Keagan his friend..Key and Gun- Keagan.

Me: Hmm.. now that’s interesting.

R with a renewed interest in the new sport, looks around for more ‘examples’ and finds Sandeep, Anand, etc. and continues his dissecting explorations. He turns his attention to Achuth.

Me: (Hit by a zillion sonic booms)

R: Misses Achuth and looks around for greener pastures.

Me: Phew!!

'Dhut'ing

Getting back in touch with 2 of my college friends, thanks to Facebook, has brought a now extinct word back to me.. 'dhut'ing.. I never got what it really meant...any clues?

Class Encounters

Me: (to 7 year old girl,who is wearing glasses for the first time) Good morning, angel!!
7 Y O: (sulking) Angels don’t wear glasses.
Me: ……………………………………
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Another time, same class.

Me: What’s happening, T?
T: (Grumpy) R is disturbating me.
Me: ……………………………………
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Breaking Wind

I’m substituting in a class. Most of them kids are busy, studying for their forthcoming tests. Suddenly two boys start laughing. I give them an enquiring look. “Ma’am, he farted.” “Errm, it's called 'breaking wind'"I correct him hastily. “Wind?” asks the boy, “he can break the wall with that tornado!”