It was a beautiful morning, Mrs Hardy was baking muffins for Sandy’s classroom party, they were chocolate chip muffins, they’d be done in another five minutes, Mrs. Hardy told herself, suddenly she recalled her mother’s muffins they were so delicious, she and Mom would eat the fresh muffins when they came out of the oven.
The thought of her mother and the muffins made Mrs. Hardy eager to send some for her mother who lived close by.
As soon as Sandy smelled the muffins she came running to taste one, her mother told her about grandma and how tasty her baked muffins were when she was little, immediately Sandy said , “Can I take some for her, Mom?”
Mrs. Hardy was very pleased her daughter mentioned before she did, she said, “It will be so nice and your grandma would love it.”
Sandy packed a small basket of muffins for her grandma, as she was walking along, she smelled smoke and noticed a fire truck speeding along the road, further up the street there were flames rising up from a house, she wasn’t quite sure who owned the house, she walked a few more steps when someone stopped her, Sandy looked close, “it’s my grandma’s house, she said I have to save her” her last words were barely audible as she fell and fainted!
You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you , no card attached. Who is it from__ and why did they send it to you?
The bouquet of flowers I received was in my classroom,placed neatly on my desk. It was from a group of students, who thought I was the nicest teacher they’ve ever met.
It was something they did to show their appreciation. I truly enjoyed teaching them and they enjoyed having me as their teacher.
The students left a number of gifts from time to time, sometimes it was a box of chocolate, a cup and saucer, or even a seashell . The shell one of them left for me was a large one, if I put it close to my ears I could hear the sound of the sea. Unfortunately I forgot to take it home, and found it missing the next day. I still think about it.
It was a joy teaching those sweet kids, they always wanted me to read stories to them.
Their gifts always meant they were happy to have me as a teacher. I miss them!
Vow of Silence (Photo credit: MTSOfan)
This story took place in a world I was beginning to adjust myself.The people here were no different from the ones I came into contact with some years ago.
My siblings and I gradually felt comfortable. We had new schools to go to. There wasn’t much of a contrast,except the teachers’ outfit was one I hadn’t seen before. Immediately I understood this new school was somewhat unfamiliar from the one I attended before.
Each grade was called standard. I was admitted in standard two.My sister wanted to put me in standard three,but the teacher whom we were supposed to call ‘Sister’, declared I was too young for standard three.
My teacher held my hand and announced she’ll take me to my classroom.Along the way she asked me a lot of questions which I happily answered. She was pleased I was able to speak English. The teachers decided to give me a battery of tests.There were some Math. problems,questions in English and I was given a book to read. I finished all the work. The teacher corrected Math. and English. She told me she will take me to a different classroom. I got up and once again held her hand and trudged along. This was a new classroom,the receiving teacher was happy to see me. In all this time I had no idea why I was put in a different classroom.
I went home making sure not to tell my crooked sister,my classroom had changed,I was afraid I was put in a lower standard,perhaps the tests I did was wrong. My sister told me I was in standard two.I was silent,afraid to tell her I was moved,I thought to a lower level.
Next day we were all lined up to go to our respective classrooms. When the teacher signalled the ones in standard two should follow her,I hopped from the line and I was ready to follow her. When she saw me she remarked, “not you Chaman,you are in standard three.” I was ecstatic,I must have done well in those tests I thought .Well I could not wait to go home and tell my bossy sister I was in standard three. Thus ended my first day at my new school.
- Fourth Grade (Photo credit: edgeplot)
English: Photo of Jonathan G. Meath portraying Santa Claus. Date approximate. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
- A typical classroom library (probably 3rd grade) at an American elementary school (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Gander Academy is in the province of Newfoundland,Canada.It is an elementary school.It is a school for children from kindergarten to grade six. I was hired to teach grade four.There are five grade four classrooms with five teachers. Out of these there is one for French immersion. My classroom was four Blue. I was a new teacher.I had to remember the colour of my classroom. On the first day the kids were lined up to go to their respective teachers. My class of thirty-three marched in, took their seats, and looked at me. I was not the kind of teacher,they expected to see. I was wearing a Saree,I had long hair and I was not Caucasian. The darlings were exposed to someone they had not seen before. They exchanged glances,whispered, then they were quiet.
When I started teaching,one of them said to the one beside him.’She talks funny.’ Then one named James was irritated by this remark, ‘he felt he needed to come to my rescue.’ James gave him a piercing look and replied,’No she doesn’t, My mom also has the same accent,you know nothing,people from England has this accent.’ So I was saved from opening my mouth. The boys and girls were sizing me up at this point.I was going along smoothly. Since it was the first day for us.I distributed the text books. They had their exercise books,a separate one for each subject and pencils, erasers and the geometry set.We were ready to start. The kids were anxious to go home and tell their parents regarding me who is so different from the others. This became evident,on parent -teacher interviews.
On the day of the interview,the parents wanted to see who I was,the kids were so excited to tell them? Gander is a very small town,it has a population of ten thousand and I’m sure some of them have seen me. My husband was an ophthalmologist. Half of the population probably had trouble with their eyes, so to know me was not unusual. When they came to see me regarding their children,they realized I was the one they were referring to. The day went very well,I was able to tell the parents some positive facts with regard to their children. However there was one mother who wasn’t quite sure how to react when she heard her child has an Indian teacher. At this point I feel I should let my readers know when one comes from that part of the globe,they are Indians. She went to the Principal and voiced her opinion. The Principal wanted to ease her mind,he told her I was the most qualified teacher in the school and she shouldn’t be concerned. As soon as she stepped into my classroom she confessed her feeling and also what the principal had told her.
There was one problem I noticed. Although they all were in the fourth grade, their ability varied from one another. Some were extremely capable,some could read well,some couldn’t,same was true of Mathematics,and other subjects.
Then came the month of December. The boys and girls were extremely restless.Their discussion centered around Santa Claus. They had to let me know what Santa will bring for them. They knew it beforehand because they wrote to him and alerted him of their preference. Santa never fails,it is his duty to keep the children happy. One day I saw a variety of gifts on my desk.I tried to review the situation,my brain refused to co-operate. Disappointed by my inability I opted to go to one of the senior teachers to solve this mystery. Oh she told me,’these are for you, and you have to accept them.’ Later on I learned ,at this time of the year,all the teachers are given gifts by their students and it was absolutely normal.At the end of that day I went home with all the gifts, my husband had all sorts of questions, I chose to ignore him.
Before the school was closed for Christmas, we had a Christmas party.Then we had an assembly,we all gathered in the auditorium to hear what the principal had to say.We sang a few Christmas carols. The assembly was over.It was time for us to collect our gifts and wish each other a very merry Christmas and a happy,”NEW Year!”
English: Fraser Valley Elementary School classroom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)