My journal: Day Four

Our trip to Malta for teaching practice.

On our first day in the institute of education class we were told a few things to keep in mind. One was we will travel to North Wales and Malta for teaching practice. North Wales I’ve already mentioned.

Next was Malta where we will spend one month beginning in June, we the students of Teaching English As A Foreign Language, boarded the plane from Heathrow airport to Malta. We landed at the airport in the afternoon. It was a sunny and warm day. We were welcomed by a number of people from the department of education. We followed them to the airport building. There we were given addresses of places we’ll call home for the month of June.

We were separated in groups of three. I belonged to the group of Zakiah Ibrahim from Malaysia and Yukiko Adachi from Japan.

Zakiah kind of took the role of our leader. Yuki and I had no problem with this arrangement. Zakiah took the responsibility of cooking supper, I was responsible for breakfast. Yuki would be our dishwasher.

Zakiah and I were doing our job, but Yuki was not. Each morning before breakfast she’d yell out from her bed, ‘Chaman wash only the dishes we need for breakfast, the rest will be done by the women who come to clean house.’

Zakiah was unhappy, she said, ‘do not wash the dishes, we’ll drag her from bed and make her do it.’

I had a problem with this skirmish first thing in the morning, we had to be ready to go to our respective schools for teaching duty. I let it go and did not make a fuss about this.

Things went well, Yuki did not change, so I was doing double duty. I consoled myself by thinking, it’s only a month, and chances are good when we complete our studies, we will never meet again. Which is true. To see any of them I’d have to travel to Malaysia where Zakiah was from and, Yuki Japan.

Malta was the country we stayed in the capital, Valetta. It was a beautiful city. The sun shone brightly every single day of our stay there.

Going from where we lived in Valetta, all I heard is the fury of the Mediterranean sea, the waves were quite high. It was a scene I saw daily.

Then there was a little dog who barked as loud as it could every day it saw me. Since I was scared of dogs I used to walk on the other side of the street.

One day while coming back from school, I saw one of our classmates from Israel, petting the same dog, I went over and said, ‘WOW!’ this one is not barking at you.’

She said, ‘are you scared of her?’

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘This is why she barks at you, she can sense it.’

I learned something about a little animal, whose barking made me think of all kinds of things, but not how clever it was.

Someone once told me, ‘learning doesn’t stop with finishing school, it’s an ongoing lesson one learns until one leaves this amazing world.’

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A Bengali Poem translated by Ranu

The following is a Bengali poem I read when I was attending Primary school.

A pedestrian walking on the road,

Was bitten by a mad dog I’m told.

So severe was the canine’s bite,

It poisoned his leg with all its might.

He lay on his bed with severe pain,

His daughter overlooked Dad’s pain.

Instead she took him to task, said, Oh Dad,

You could’ve used your teeth to bite him back.

Writhing in pain the father explained,

The dog did what dog’s do

It doesn’t look good for

It’s improper for a human

to do the same he groaned!

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Writing 101, Day four : serially lost (2)

Six months after my marriage I joined my husband in Montreal. A year later we moved to Gander, Newfoundland.

I was able to get a job in the local school to teach  grade four. This was my first year teaching in a school in North America. I tried to get acquainted with the nine year old boys and girls, I did not have any problems.

The kids were friendly and were not critical of my dress, I was wearing a sari. Later I found out they loved my dress. I wore a different sari every day, one little boy asked: “Miss how many of these do you have?”

I smiled and said nothing. Things were going fine, the kids were co-operative I was having a great time teaching them.

It was on a Friday, one of my kids borrowed two books from the library, she came up to me and said, “Miss see what I have!”

“Why they are cookbooks, what will you do with these, I asked .”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, I will cook breakfast for my family.”

“Really I said you can cook?”

“Yes Miss I cook all the time, she replied .”

I was impressed, smiled and told her she was a  thoughtful girl, I was happy to have her in my class.

On Monday morning I heard two boys racing with each other to give me news of what happened in the week-end.They were breathless, one of them mentioned, “Miss,’D’ is dead!”

I could not believe it, I told them not to repeat it again, “but it’s true, it was on the radio all day, didn’t you hear it?”

Of course I hadn’t turned on the radio, Week-ends I was always busy cooking and baking for the following week.I went to the staff room and asked the other grade four teachers,they all said it was true.

Apparently D’s brother asked her to collect the newspaper money, he was unable to as he planned to watch a movie.

‘D’ was always ready to help out, that evening she collected the money and was on her way home through the woods, ¬†with her dog.

She was stopped by one of her neighbor’s son, he knew she had money, he asked her to give it to him, she refused, he picked up a piece of driftwood and hit her on the head. ‘D’ lay dead for hours, her family was worried, their dog kept barking and running in and out of the house. One of the family members followed him, the dog led him to the forest to the exact spot where D’s body was.

She was laid to rest two days later, I kept thinking about the conversation I had with her.

Please dear bloggers, do you think it’s too long (my day 4, ¬†serial 2)?

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Fiction:Vindictive

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Fiction: Vindictive

Carmelita and Sarah were two girls, they lived in the same neighborhood, attended the same school and were in the same grade because they were ten years old.

Their personalities however was quite different, Carmelita was very competitive but Sarah was happy to get passing grades, you may think this cannot in any way cause any rivalry between them, how could they not be friends one may think, sadly they disliked each other, what can be the reason ?

I took them aside made no mention of their rivalry and invited them ¬†to do something for me, “I want you to draw a picture of a dog.”

Both wanted to impress me¬†they were busy drawing and crossing out , they didn’t show any sign of exhaustion, finally Sarah finished her picture and gave it to me, Carmelita took a few more minutes to get it done.

I went into my office posted both art work on the wall, to my surprise I noticed Sarah’s picture was much better than Carmelita’s, I walked out of my office before I opened my mouth, Carmelita yelled in a nasty voice :”Hers is better than mine, isn’t it miss!

 

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DP Daily Prompts: 10,000 Spoons

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….when all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse,stanza, or story of badly–timed annoyance to AlanisMorisette’s ¬†classic:

An old man turned ninety-eight

He won the lottery and died the next day

It’s a black fly in your chardonnay

It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late

And isn’t it ironic— don’t you think

 

It’s like arriving to dinner an hour late

The dining hall is closed, oh why didn’t they wait

You are hungry there is no food to eat

You see the cook giving his dog some treat

And isn’t it ironic — don’t you think

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/16/dp-daily-prompts-10000-spoons

Writing Prompt: Escape!

Describe your ultimate escape plan( and tell us what you’re escaping from).

He broke in and grabbed the most expensive things in the room. Having achieved his dream,he began to think how would he leave without anyone’s knowledge.

He saw the guard pacing to and fro and ¬†the owners were sleeping soundly. If only he could distract the guard his road would be clear. He made ¬†a quick plan in his head, he’d throw a piece of meat to the sleeping dog,it would start barking, the guard would look sideways for the intruder and he’d put on his magical suit and fly away.

He gave himself a pat on his back for the brilliant idea he came up with in a few seconds. It’s time to execute the plan,slowly and cautiously he tip toed towards the fridge, as soon as he opened it, he heard a clear voice saying,”take care, a thief is here, don’t you fear… the voice seemed repeating, he stepped back and looked both sides to see which way is safe to get out, a faint sound almost froze him, he noticed the kitchen had entrance and exit written all over. What was he to do, he has to escape or else he’d be in jail for the rest of his life.

Would he be able to run away with all this loot, suddenly someone said,”Not on your life you evil one I’d get you and tie a noose around your neck and parade you through the streets showing what we do with thieves.”

Who said that he asked himself, there was not a soul awake, do these guys talk in their sleep, he thought?

Everything about this house was queer, the load of things he had was making him insanely tired. He put them all on the floor and sat down, let me think he told himself, there must be a way to escape.

As soon as he sat down the whole house lit up, people from all directions were coming to get him, he screamed and kicked but the men bound him nice and tight.

His yelling and screaming woke up his parents, they came running to see what’s wrong. they saw him lying on the floor screaming, they are coming to get me, they’ll put me in jail, Mom,Dad help me.

Who will put you in jail, they… No son his mom said, you just had a horrible NIGHTMARE!

 

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DP Daily Prompt: Fear Factor Ranu’s Post https://sabethville.wordpress.com

According to Psychologists , “fear is a vital response to physical emotional danger—if we didn’t feel it, we couldn’t protect us from legitimate threats.”

My greatest fear is a barking dog. It was a while ago , when I was six,my sister ¬†gave me a note to deliver to her friend . I was happy to oblige her. It was early evening, I was almost close to the house, when I walked into the driveway,I noticed a few dogs in the veranda. I am not sure why I suddenly felt scared. I took slow steps,all the while thinking,’should I go or turn back’,the dogs probably sensed it, all of them jumped off the veranda and were coming towards me, they started barking , I was so terrified I began to run,the dogs came to the end of the driveway and stopped.

Fear Factor Live

Fear Factor Live (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I walked home crying ,I told my sister, I’d never take her notes to her friends. Now whenever I see a dog I am scared. My neighbor knows it, she is very sweet ,she locks her dog in the bedroom, so I can visit her.