Discover Prompts, Day 13: Teach

In my undergraduate course I found Economics a tough subject to master, I especially had problem with, “Quantity Theory Of Money. “

I asked my brother, who had completed his Honours degree in Commerce, to help me understand, Quantity Theory Of Money. He was delighted, he asked me to get my book. He sat down with me and kept repeating certain words that bored me to death. After putting me through this ringer, for two hours he asked me, Ranu do you understand?

Let me tell you, I promised myself I’ll never ask my brother to teach me anything.

Years later, I completed my teaching degree, I got a job in the local town. One of the subject my Grade four kids had trouble with was Spelling, believe it or not.

All they had to learn to spell was 20 new words in one week. One mother called me in the evening and complained she had a lot of trouble teaching her little boy with the twenty words I gave to learn.

I asked, ‘How long do you take to teach these words?’

Two hours, she replied.

Two hours, no you only need five minutes each day.

She toiled hard, and she was tough with the kid, he was sick of it.

Friday was the day I gave all the kids a Spelling test. The kid who spent two hours a day made the most mistakes.

One evening while thinking of the kid’s problem learning how to spell. I thought of the day when my brother took as much time to teach me.

My conclusion from this experience is there is a right way and a wrong way.

Both my brother and the mother of the kid chose the rote method, which hardly works.

365 Writing Prompts: I have confidence in me

Are you good at what you do? What would you like to be better at?

I think I am good at teaching, I know that because I was able to keep my jobs. I was liked by the students I taught. My superiors did not doubt my ability.

I really would like to be good at languages, maybe I’m not serious enough, could be the reason why I did not get better at French. I did a few courses in Spanish, my teacher liked my progress and encouraged me to continue but I did not, although I liked Spanish better than French, I think Spanish is easier it doesn’t have silent letters like  in French.

Right now I am doing online courses, to learn about Iqbal the poet and philosopher, I’m enjoying it a lot and I  want to do well in it.

I am told I am doing quite well in the course, my goal is to do better than, “quite well.”

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365 Writing Prompts: Standstill

For a moment today,time stands still –but you can tweak one thing while it’s stopped. What do you do?

I’d like to pull it back to when I was in Malta for teaching practice, Every day I left the apartment early to catch the bus which took me to the school where I taught the little kids, I’m not quite sure how old they were but they were lovely.

They always answered together whenever I asked a question,what was unique about it was their manner of speaking was different from what I heard in other schools, it sounded musical, I of course assumed this was clearly a Maltese way.

We were in Valetta,the capital of Malta, the people were friendly, they knew we were there to teach.

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DP Daily prompt: Opposite Day Post by Ranu

I love reading poetry and memorizing some I love. To write one is really cannot be included amongst things I love to do.It clearly isn’t my forte. You can tell me to mow the lawn,shovel the snow,clean the house,cook food,take care of and teach children,I can do all these with relative ease.But write poetry.I’m happy to pass it on to Tagore,Shakespeare and all the rest of them. Not me,this is a burden I cannot carry easily. I’d have to be reincarnated as a poet,even that wouldn’t work.

Let me try,I’ll see what I can come up with.

I can mow the lawn,shovel the snow,

cook food,clean your yard,

teach children young and old,

I can do all these,I swear I can.

Please do not tell me to write poetry!

Poetry is for all those with imagination,

my brain hardly knows to think,

how can I think before I dip my pen in ink!

If one immaculate day,

my thought leads the way,

and dares to write a poem,

if you make up your mind to read,

I will ask ,’Oh God, did I succeed?’