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What says “Playtime” to me is when I have free time to start my computer and start writing. Well this is what is enjoyable for me. I love reading the post of Bronx Boys,his posts are interesting. I enjoy leaving my comment. Then there is another blogger she writes so well, I can’t wait to see her post. She is twenty two or three I must say she has potential. She is one of those people to whom writing is not a chore but a welcome change from her dreary work. I was thinking of encouraging her to join speak easy and write.
Besides reading the blog posts,I read the chapters of my online course. I write my comments. Playing with words is my playtime. I get to exercise my brain,which will get rusty if I don’t. To me it’s like keeping your body fit by going to the gym or running outdoors.Physical fitness is necessary for us mortals and so is mental exercise. I get to do plenty of mental exercise. Pedaling the stationary bike for thirty minutes takes care of my physical exercise.
On week nights I spend an hour watching ‘wheel of fortune and jeopardy’,it takes care of entertainment or play. This is all I can think of!
I know this little incidence,really is a misfit here. I cannot think of anything else,here I am once again trying to bore you with my weird story.
I was a seven year old attending a different school for the first time. Our teachers were Nuns,they believed in the saying,”Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child’. I was in jeopardy of getting flogged. What did I do? Nothing. My classmate failed to do her homework.She asked to borrow mine.I was in a hurry,the bell was rung,I had to run for the prayer. You guessed it.I did not lend her my homework and ran for the prayer.
We were back in our classroom.The teacher asked us to bring our homework. I took out my exercise book,I looked for my work.The pages were missing. I was scared, I wanted to cry. I gathered enough strength to go up to her.I opened my book and showed her the the space where the pages were taken out.
I related the whole story of the time before the bell.She called Naseem and asked her,she of course denied. The teacher looked at both of us,and said, “I know Chaman is telling the truth”. This was one incidence I’d rather forget!