I was
crestfallen. Never in my teaching career of over 26 years, did I teach a class,
unprepared! Lunch tasted gross and was a mere formality. Surprisingly, a sense of
calm and tranquil overpowered me as I found myself scrambling towards his office.
Sir, as usual, was very encouraging. Having flipped through my LP and all, he
asked me a series of questions regarding my Year plan and CA records. He is a
thorough professional and as such must have sensed my discomfiture in the class.
He was quite right when he said that the class today was unusually dead. “I
don’t know if it was my presence or …..” he trailed off. I was honest in making
the confession that they must have been unnerved by my unpreparedness.
Sir also
suggested that I conduct some tests, other than the weekly tests, just to keep
track of their seriousness. Finally, he tried to cheer me up by asking me to
keep up the good work.
Thank God
for saving me from certain disgrace, for letting me pull out a miracle when all
seemed lost.
P.S:
Yesterday I did not take my library book to my class during the Reading Period.
Ms.Nim Dem, the trainee teacher from Samtse saved me by handing a book. I just
wanted to occupy myself with it for the time being. What should have been a
40-minute flirtatious affair, ended with my making a request to her to let me have
it for a night more. I finished reading some 210 pages (this has always been one of my serious drawbacks, I tend to forget everything else if I have an unputdownable book in hand) of it at a go, leaving
aside all other routine work! But there were still some 111 pages more.
After a
restless night, when I kept on twisting and turning in the bed, I got up at
around 3 O’clock and finished reading the rest of it. As I came down to the last two lines of Walter
Zacharius’ best seller. The Memories We Keep, I felt saturated and satiated at the same
time:
The bird sang. The day was bright with promise.
I was yet to know then the promise of the vast potential the day was about to unfold ..
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