Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss,something( or someone) that was a part of your life, and isn’t any more.
I had just completed ‘Bachelor Of Education, from Punjab university”. I was back in Dhaka my original home. My next plan was to visit the,”M.Ed. Research Institute” to register for the course. I had no doubt in my mind I’d be able to since I had the prerequisite required to get in was a B.Ed degree which I successfully completed.
I was young and did not know that despite the degree there were other requirements, I did not have, thus I was not qualified to get admitted in the program.
I got an appointment to see Prof. Dr. Elliott, the head of the institute, I must have sounded quite bold, Professor Elliott looked at me, he smiled and said: “B.Ed. is not enough, you need teaching experience and you are too young.”
I remember pleading with him Please Dr. Elliott I said,”No one told me I need teaching experience, all they told me was get your B.Ed. degree and I did.”
My facial expression must have softened Dr. Elliott’s heart, he immediately said, “go to the admissions office and ask for the tests.”
I was delighted to know I may have a chance if I pass these tests. After completing the tests I waited to know the outcome.
I was selected, this news made me so happy I would have screamed and told everyone who’d listen, I am selected.
Little did I know at that time, good and bad news travel together. I went back to the school I had just started teaching, I handed in my resignation, I told them I was accepted to study M.Ed. at the research institute.
The Principal must have thought, ” you naive young woman, you cannot leave, you have signed a contract.”
I felt dejected, I wrote to the institute, I’m not allowed to leave the job now, but I was certain I’d be able to register next year. I received a letter saying they’d hold my spot for next year.
I considered myself very lucky, I waited for the year to be over and I’d be able to start my studies at the institute.
One day I went to the staff room to get the newspaper, I had the habit of looking through the classified section, what I saw completely amazed me: The headline was, “British Council Scholarships”I knew there will be thousands of applicants but I felt why not I apply, I told myself, I did not stand a chance, I still went ahead and applied. I was always interested to study in England, but I had no financial backing, so I kept my feelings in check.
To my utter disbelief I received a letter advising me to come for an interview.
I presented myself accordingly, there were seven of them, all eyes were on me.I tried hard to look at the walls, I knew if I looked at any of them it would be all over,I would freeze, the questions continued to be directed at me. I know I answered all of them, but what I said or what they asked was completely blanked out of my memory.
My joy knew no bounds when I received a letter of acceptance and the tickets to fly to London, Heathrow.
I’d have to wait another year to register at the institute,was I feeling the loss of studying at the institute, not yet , they had given me another year to register.
Fate was playing a trick on me, I was back from London after a year, I should get myself registered for the course I thought, if I failed to go this time the Institute and Professor Elliott will give up and I will not get another chance. This time I got married and this ended my quest for studying M.Ed.