Teach For India 2011- The fellowship began in May. Here I am in September still grappling with the basics of teacherhood. This is about me and not my class students.
I am caught between two lives. Literally.What should I tell Shaizin when she cries that Mufid hit her? If someone hit me I would not know how to react either.Should I let Amar into class even though he did not bring his Word List sheet? If I forgot an important paper to school, I was sent out and did not like the feeling of isolation.What the hell is on the child's mind?What should I do when Abdul swears at Juveriya? Or when Uzra tells me that she learnt that swear word from her elder sister? Should i eat my food or not when Huda cries "Didi my mother not send Dabba today".
What am I ?
Friend? Teacher? Mentor? Superior?
What is a teacher? Am I one? Or am I just pretending to be one?
About Me
- Soupsticks - supriya
- Love secrets ....lil secrets Small gestures of love and care enthrall me. I would probably be a transient memory to many. And an engraved, etched symbol in some memories. Either way its bound to be a new experience. New because....... Iam the worst thing that can happen to you.
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