DP Daily Prompt: West End Girls

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I lived in a big city until I was twelve. I only saw girls in my school. There was a distinct difference between rich and poor. We had uniforms so the rich girls and boys had to conform.

The difference I saw then was their mode of transportation, while we rode the school bus , they came in fancy cars. Even at that young age they were conscious of their parent’s position.

We all spoke English, as it was a school where the medium of instruction was English. The teachers were nuns. I was one who observed the way the rich spoke English. Their style was unique you’d think they landed in our premises in some kind of golden chariots, and were literally afraid to interact with us. I was amused to watch them,I felt like telling them ,”Hey all you prince and princesses why don’t you go somewhere where there are more snobs like you.”

That was until I was twelve years old. After twelve the scenery changed drastically. We were in a small town. Everyone was normal. There was none of that look, “I’m better than you.”

Our aim was to see who gets better marks. No one was concerned about our attire. We all dressed in ordinary clothes. There may have been some rich kids but I couldn’t see any difference.

We tried to dress up to attend a wedding or a party, which was according to our means. Occasionally we met some women comparing their jewelry with the woman sitting next to her. That was no big deal.

I must say I felt right at home with the small town kids. They were innocent,well-behaved and used their time studying.

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DP Daily Prompt: All About Me

All About Me:  I am a Bengali from Bangladesh. My mother tongue is Bengali. I can speak English and Urdu. I studied some French And Spanish. I cannot speak French And Spanish because I did not get a chance to practice.

I studied in an English medium school. My father believed like a building children should have a good foundation. That school was the best in the city. According to my father, going to an English medium school did not mean we should forget our mother tongue. We were expected to speak our mother tongue the moment we arrived at home. He wasn’t interested in raising snobs.This is about the languages.

Because of my father’s job we lived in different cities. In those days we only saw the places where we lived, we did not see Bangladesh,my father was not posted there. Besides he worked for the Federal Government.

My father passed away when I was twelve. My Mom did not want to stay in the city we were living then. We moved to Bangladesh. I had to study privately, the local Convent school only had up to grade six, I was in grade eight then.

I did my high school exam privately. I completed undergraduate and masters degree from Dhaka University. I studied B.ed. in Lahore and completed the education degree from Punjab University. I received a diploma in”Teaching English as a Foreign Language” from university of London,UK.

I moved to Canada after I was married. At present my residence is in the capital of Newfoundland, Canada.

I named my blog “Sabethville” in memory of my father. It means a lot to me.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/365-days-feb 12th-All About Me/