DP Daily Prompts: August Blues

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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.

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365 Writing Prompts: I’d like to thank my cats

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!

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DP Daily Prompt: Why, Thank You?

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What’s the best (or rather ,worst ) backhanded compliment you ever received? If you can’t think of any—when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you actually didn’t deserve?

When I first came to Montreal, my husband invited his friends to dinner. My husband was unaware of my cooking skills, he therefore cooked everything himself.

His friends enjoyed the food, before they left, they said, “thank you for the excellent food, you are such a good cook.”

I felt very uncomfortable I knew I did not cook anything, I replied, “thank you, but my husband cooked everything!”

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365 Writing Prompts: Funny ha–ha

Do you consider yourself funny?What role does humor play in your life? Who’s the funniest person you know?

Sometimes I think I am funny.  I love humor as long as it’s not hurting someone. The funniest person I know was Bob Hope,he was so good. The day he died it seemed the world of humor died with him.

There are times I find myself among a group of people working like machines, I tell them, “come on people, have some fun, life is not all work and no humor,” some get it others do not.

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DP Daily Prompts: Discussion Enders

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We’ve all had exchanges where we came up with the perfect reply —- ten minutes too late. Write down one of those,but this time, make sure to sign off with your grand slam (unused) zinger.

It happened when I was a student at the university, there were over a hundred of us in that particular class, most of them were male students, only three of us were female.

The prof gave us an assignment in our tutorial class, my two classmates did not understand the question ,they requested me to show mine, I thought it doesn’t hurt they’ll know how to write the assignment.

With our papers in front of him, the prof. gave a curious look and then, he said,”Who copied whom?”

I was stunned, nothing came out of my mouth, afterwards I felt I should have said something.

I should have said, “Sir, they were having trouble with the question, they didn’t know how to answer. I gave them my papers  to see how to do it, I did not know they’ll copy mine.”

Those words never came out, to this day I wonder who the prof. thought had actually written the assignment.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/25/dp-daily-promp…cussion-enders/

 

 

365 Writing Prompts: Secret of success

What would it take for you to consider yourself a “successful blogger”? Is that something you strive for?

When I started blogging I did not think of success, it was something unknown to me, I wanted to see how I’d do, in other words will the other seasoned bloggers be interested to read my posts, there were a few. I was not disappointed, I felt even if I had one blogger who reads my post every day, I’d feel I am successful.

Fortunately there is one who reads it and finds whatever I write interesting, and always writes wonderful comments.

I do not strive to become a successful blogger, I wanted to become a successful teacher, I became one as far as the administrators and the children are concerned. I did not get any award for it, but I was happy to know the children ,their parents and the principals I worked with liked me. This is the kind of success I like.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/25/365-writing-pr…ret-of-success/

 

DP Daily Prompts: You, Robot

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Congrats—you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore,job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?

It sounded good when I first read it as I started thinking about this robot, I was faced with a dilemma, what kind of responsibility can I transfer on to It’s shoulders, is it anything or only certain things. The prompt says the robot’s sole job is to relieve me of a chore or responsibility I hate.

First thing that comes to my mind is my basement, it will be awesome if I can transfer the responsibility of cleaning it, up to the robot. There are a lot of things I do not use and  can be thrown away if someone can help me with it. I do have useful things there which needs to be sorted out.

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365 Writing Prompts: these boots were made for walkin’

Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

My favorite pair of shoes is an ordinary pair, they are actually sneakers I always wear when I go for a walk.

A few years ago I  had some problems with one of my heels, I do not recall which one, I went to the physician to see if he could help me.

He gave me a long lecture about how women wear high heel shoes which is not good for them. I told him I don’t wear high heels. His advice was I should always wear sneakers to avoid any problem with my feet.

I took his advice seriously and bought a black pair of sneakers. They took me to the streets of London, Montreal, Atlanta, Chicago,Baltimore, Calgary and also my city st’ John’s . I find them comfortable, I do not have any aches and pains that I had when I wore the fancy shoes.

My black pair of sneakers are the most comfortable shoes I own and I’m delighted to have them!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/365-writing-pr…ade-for-walkin/

DP Daily Prompts: Opening lines

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What’s the first line of the last song you listened to(on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

The first line of the last song I listened on YouTube is Tagore’s song, “Bhora thak sriti sudhai bidayer patro khani.” it means:

“Let the farewell vessel remain filled with sweet memories.” It is a beautiful song, what sweet memories will I let the farewell vessel hold on to is what I am thinking?

It goes back to my childhood and the day my Dad was taking his last breath. I was twelve years old and never understood what , “Death,” meant. I saw my mother and my sister crying, and I too started crying.

Someone once said to me,”why are you crying, he has gone to a better place?”

I began to think what is that better place, can someone explain to me, I got no answer.

I thought of the song lyrics and felt, let me think of all the time I spent with my Dad, asking questions, they were to him perhaps meaningless but he, charming as he was would say something to make me feel happy.

I have a lot of sweet memories of my father which I want to keep in my memory bank.

The day I saw some neighborhood kids playing with a tennis ball, I couldn’t wait to have my father home, so I could ask him to get me a tennis ball, I remember that day he came home tired, I stopped him and asked him if he could buy me a ball like the one the kids were playing with. My Dad turned around went out and the next thing I saw was four tennis balls for us.

My next request was can I have a swing? He got his chaprasi(an office messenger) to put one up on the branch of a tree in our front yard, I had hours of enjoyment on the swing.

These are some of the sweet memories of my father, I cherish!

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