As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?
Just like any other kid now or then, I felt the same fear, the question was always about who will be my teacher? Will my teacher be the strict Nun who spoke with her ruler. Fortunately I got a teacher who wasn’t a Nun, her name was Mrs. Quieros. She was an awesome teacher, she was straight forward but sometimes her words were pinching. One day she saw one of my classmates in a street,it did not please her too much, to make it worse he did not do his homework.
When she asked the reason ,he must have given a lame excuse, she was furious, she looked at him and yelled,”I saw you gallivanting the streets, you were not sick!”
We got summer holidays for two months, one year we had already spent one month of vacation where we lived. My Dad announced he was taking us to Bangladesh for two months. He thought we are going so far, our relatives would like to have us longer.
Arrangements were made we were off to our parents home for two months. We had a great time.
I was back in school a month late, I went to school terrified of the questions our teacher would ask, so I sat in my seat and tried to hide behind one of the classmate.
All of a sudden I heard the words: Chaman has arrived.
This was an indication I must explain why was I back after three months instead of two. I stood up and quietly went to her desk.
She asked ,”how long was your vacation, two months right, and after how long are you back?”
I replied three, she gave me a whole bunch of homework and sent me back to my seat.
I skipped school if my homework was not done, I was afraid of the punishment.
When I was older though the fear of punishment didn’t exist, we were old enough to be responsible, if we didn’t study the fear of failure made us do our work.
My attitude changed I knew I had to do well every year and after completing school I’d be competing with others for a job. This feeling kept me from wasting my time. In other words I grew up, I never skipped classes.
You are receiving an award—either one that already exists or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?
The prompt : I’d like to thank my cats sounds appropriate to me. When we moved to St. John’s , we were greeted by three cats: JD, Alex and Thursday. Alex wasn’t quite sure about us, so she kept her distance, the other two were friendly and soon we became fond of them.
When it came to feeding and cleaning their litter I volunteered to do the job. The cats showed their appreciation by giving their famous rub, I wasn’t too eager to get this kind of affection, because it meant their fur would stick to my clothes.
I was told this was a sign they love me, I wasn’t too crazy about this love but had to accept it, because they didn’t understand my language and I did not understand theirs.
My husband thought I do so much for the cats every day, he was convinced I’d go to heaven, if what he said is true then folks the award I’d receive is waiting for me in heaven. I think I’ll hold onto my acceptance speech until I arrive in heaven!