Daily Prompt : Controversy

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt :Controversy

Controversy brings satisfaction only if I win

If not the debate goes on forever, it’s such a sin

Why don’t we stop dissension

It leads to so much discussion

Let’s make an effort to calm down so we can all win!

Really is this possible?

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Daily Prompt : Luck

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Luck

Today is St. Patrick’s Day. Those who got a holiday on this occasion I’d say luck is on their side. Those who didn’t cannot be called unlucky, especially when the weather is stormy and cold. The lucky ones will not enjoy the holiday if they favor going outdoors. Weatherman says sorry, ‘no sunshine, stay at home and watch TV.’

You might say, ‘there is nothing good, I only hear and see unhappy faces, wars, innocent people getting killed, there is no fun watching the tube!’

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Daily Prompt : Massive

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Massive

Curious Stephanie

Three year old Stephanie was in a classroom listening to her teacher telling them a story about something large. She was attending a preschool because she wasn’t old enough to be in a regular school. Curiosity was one of her traits, her mother was unable to handle all the questions her little girl came up with daily.

Mom knew her daughter needed to go to a preschool where she hoped the teacher looking after the kids would be able to handle some of her questions if not all.

With this thought in mind Stephanie’s mom registered her in a nearby pre-school.  Each day her little one would come home and relate all the goings on in her new school. Mom was happy her decision to put Stephanie in school, not only relieved her from answering all her questions, but the kid was having a whale of a time.

As I said in the beginning Stephanie was listening to the teacher’s story about something large, she began to wonder what is large? Is it a person, an animal or a thing?

Immediately she raised her hand and asked, ‘Miss how large is large?’

Right at that moment the teacher couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer.  She told her to wait till the next day.

The following day, our little Stephanie was full of enthusiasm, she’d finally find out the real meaning of large. The teacher knew she had to show something to satisfy the little girl. She doodled a few pictures of tiny to large in sequence. She decided to use the specimen of a boat, there she had a tiny paper boat, a small wooden boat, a kayak, a power boat, a slightly larger passenger boat and lastly the TITANIC, the supposedly unsinkable boat.

The teacher asked the kids to name their sizes from tiny to huge.

They came up with:  tiny, small, big, bigger, large and, and…  Stephanie  yelled out MASSIVE. The kids looked at her and asked, ‘Stephanie who taught you this word?’

Feeling important as none of the kids knew this word, she explained she saw a boat named Titanic on TV, and heard her parents talking about it, it was a huge boat she said and everyone said it will never sink. But they were wrong it did sink and her parents told her, it was MASSIVE! It was a shame so many people died when it sank.

Thus ended the story of a gigantic boat that went down to the sea.

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Daily Prompt : Instinct

In response to daily posts one-word prompt : Instinct

My encounter with Mother Goose and her Goslings

Several years ago I was walking home from school, I saw a Goose with its goslings, I stopped and instinctively a thought occurred in my mind, will the mama goose come after me? I was eight years old, my home was walking distance from my school. This particular day I decided to take a short cut home. It was a neighborhood I’d never visited before. When I saw the goose I had a hunch, maybe I should turn around and use my familiar road.

I was hesitant, I walked two steps, stopped, and then did the same another few yards. Perhaps my slow movement alerted the goose I might hurt her little ones. I was a human and she could not trust me. The moment I resumed my walk she lowered her long neck and chased  me.

I was alone not knowing what to do I turned around screaming till I reached the road. I eventually calmed down when  the goose stopped chasing me. I took my familiar long way home. That was the day I realized, even a bird knows how to protect her young ones!

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Daily Prompt :Record

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Record

A record of my monthly expenditure

I keep a notebook to record my daily expenses, especially to check how much money I spend for groceries, Miscellaneous items, like clothing, entertainment, and travel, there are other things such as medicine, vitamins etc.

I use my card to pay my bills, at the end of the month all I do is pay the card bill at my bank. This helps the hassle of going to all the different businesses, such as fuel oil, security, phone and internet provider.

Keeping a record of the money I spend helps me  know that I’m not spending more than I earn.

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Daily Prompt : Pattern

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Pattern

I’ll begin with this quote on a bookmark, a gift from a parent of a pupil I taught:

One hundred years from now. It will not matter what kind of car I drove, what kind of house I lived in , how much I had in my bank account, nor what my clothes looked like. But the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child.”

Author unknown

In my teaching career, I’ve met several students, they ranged from : good, better and best. In order  to classify these youngsters I taught, was to study their behavior pattern, if you are good in your craft you can tell who’d succeed and who won’t. You can also change their attitude by seeking help from those who are their birth parents.

It was September, I was a grade four teacher, and waited to see the group of kids who I’d teach that year. They were lined up and were told I was their teacher. As they walked into my classroom I watched them all. Suddenly I spotted one who did not seem to be excited about school.

Her facial expression gave it away. I immediately got hold of the Principal and told him of my concern.

He smiled perhaps he thought, it was odd, it was day one and I already saw someone who I thought was not thrilled about school.

He gave me the name and telephone number of her parents and encouraged me to call them. I called them, they were eager to see who their teacher was and what was her concern. They knew their daughter, no one ever complained about her, they couldn’t wait to see me.

I made an appointment with them to see me after school. They came one afternoon, sat in my classroom, waited for me to hear what sort of worries I had about their daughter. I told them I noticed when she walked in she hated to be there, her facial expression was negative, and that I feared she won’t do very well. My intention was to let the parents know it was time for them to have a talk with their kid.

While I was talking I noticed the mother was smiling and looking at her husband. When I finished what I had to say. They told me, right from kindergarten their child hated school. In fact she dreaded school so much she could not enjoy summer holidays. She also said because no one complained all these years she assumed the child was doing okay.

I was the one who complained, they knew their daughter and was pleased to know someone else besides them was also aware that school was not the place their kid wanted to spend her time.

I found them eager to help, they did whatever they could, as a result I found their child actually liking school. Hence the saying, “Nip the evil in the bud!”

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Daily Prompt : Abstract

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Abstract

I was a seven year old  pupil when my sister registered me in, Presentation Convent School. The school was run by nuns who believed in the maxim, ‘Spare the rod, spoil the child.’

They were staunch believers of this saying, I realized early enough to stay out of their way.

One day I was called by one of the nuns,  I was startled, didn’t know what I’d done. Slowly I went, but the smile on her face convinced me I wasn’t in any danger of getting the rod.

Chaman she said,  ‘ I need your help, there are two girls from Bangladesh, they only speak Bengali, you have to help us understand what they’re saying.’

When my classmates heard this they stood up around me to hear this language Chaman  knows and they didn’t. I was very conscious I spoke as softly as possible, I didn’t want them to hear a word I said.

In reply the girls spoke louder than usual. I was able to help the teacher and felt good about it.

A few days later these two sisters decided to explore the school compound, buildings, I guess out of curiosity. Perhaps they never saw teachers wearing the type of clothing the nuns wore which covered them from head to foot, one could only see their face and hands. Their mission once again I’m guessing was to find out what this school was all about and it was their duty to find out about every nook and corner in the school.

There was a  path in our school that led to the teachers dwelling. We were not allowed to walk on it. Those girls didn’t know that, one of my classmates said, ‘look Chaman they’re walking on that path, tell them to turn around and come back.’

I of course thought I must warn them, I said out loud, ‘shono okhanay jawa baron, cholay esho, in Bengali'( listen you aren’t permitted to go there come back).

Immediately one of them said, ‘udharko jana kaheko mana hai ,in  Urdu ( why aren’t we allowed to go there)?

I couldn’t tell why, all I knew was we had no permission to walk on that path. It was a restricted area. I know they were not convinced because I couldn’t give them a concrete answer.

What happened later, I don’t know. I left the place as I did not want to get into trouble!

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Daily Prompt : Nuance

In response to daily post’s prompt : Nuance

The story of the yogurt salad

Once my husband  was preparing a yogurt salad, he used all  the ingredients required for it, somehow  it did not taste right. My husband asked me,  ‘what do you think is wrong?’

I’m not an expert on how to make anything taste better, but that day something clicked in my brain. I told him perhaps a tinge of sugar and another squeeze of  lemon may do the trick, initially it had no taste, it was as bland as it can be. I was confident it certainly will whip up  some flavor in the dish he so carefully prepared for our guests.

It was the first time my husband agreed to follow my advice, he added a dash of sugar and squeezed some more  lemon juice,  guess what? That subtle difference, was all he  needed to improve the salad.

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