Daily Prompt : Temporary

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Temporary

 

When I applied for a teaching job, the principal of a local school, told me. ‘Well Ms. this is a temporary job, the teacher is on leave, would you be interested?’

I thought for a while about my prospects as  a teacher. Not so good my mind whispered, it’s a job as a substitute, the experience you receive here will probably not counted after you are relieved off your duties as a teacher in this particular position.

This short-lived work will only give me a very pessimistic view of life as a teacher. When the students are aware their teacher is a substitute they think it’s play time, they treat you like crap and spend their time either fighting with each other or are continuously rowdy.

I decided to refuse the temporary job and wait for one that had better probability of becoming permanent.

There are different scenarios  of a temporary job, one is you are replacing someone for a few weeks, the other because you are a new recruit, they’d like to try out for at least a year. By the end of the year, they seem to know all about you, whether you are good, bad or worse than anyone they the hiring masters saw.

If you are lucky they will give you the opportunity to prove yourself and a year in most cases is enough. I went through this test when I started my teaching career in North America. The Principal was a kind person who treated me well, and judged my talent, not where I came from. He gave me  a permanent contract after the first year which made me feel lucky.

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Writing – 101:Why do you write

Today, tell us why do you write?

Set a timer and free-write for 15 or 30 minutes without stopping. Begin your post with “I write because or start it any other way you wish.

I’ve never asked this question why do I write? Now that the question appears before me I wonder, why do I write?

Writing has opened doors for me that were in my mind closed. I’m able to write about my likes and dislikes. My childhood which was the best years of my life. Where we were a happy family, we were contented with everything we had. We did not ask anymore, satisfaction was the keyword in our lives .

Suddenly it all changed, we saw and understood,life was not all about happiness, we must make room or get used to dark unhappy days. Writing gives me the avenue to vent. I know and hope others will read about me and make sense of my personality, why I’ve  become  so quiet, why I take no interest in laughter and good times.

I’ve tasted all of that and thought I’ll always be happy, but it was taken away from n me on a bright sunny morning,when my Dad took his last breath. Before this incidence I thought happiness is forever.

The words of my,”Moral Science Book ” still haunts me, “man can be happy to some extent but cannot attain perfect happiness.”

Little did I realize nothing is permanent in this life, everything is temporary, it is this thought that scares me, I’m scared to be too happy, knowing that tomorrow I won’t be.

I write because I’m free to express myself. There are so many things I can write about,which I won’t be able to do when I am with my friends. They may not like when I talk only about myself.

I can write more,but now I think this is all for today.

I’m happy to be a part of the writing 101 participants. My best wishes to each and every one of you. Thank you for reading my thoughts about ,Why Do I Write?

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