Daily Prompt: Isn’t Your Face Red ?

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When was the last time you were embarrassed? How do you react to embarrassment?

Once in our college, our teacher Sr. Barbara Jeans was looking for students for Shakespeare’s play, The Twelfth night. I hoped she would not pick me, I was extremely shy and nervous. Suddenly she  looked at me and said, “Chaman , are you interested?”

I told her I wasn’t. The teacher then looked for other girls who’d be interested. There was one part no one wanted, it was that of the  priest. The teacher was frantic, she asked my friend Evie if she could suggest someone. Without batting an eyelash Evie said, “Make Chaman take the part, it’s only a short one.”

Sr. Barbara Jean announced ,”Yes Chaman you have to take the part.”

I couldn’t refuse I took the part. On the day of the play, I was extremely nervous, I felt even the few lines I  had to repeat might be difficult.

I remember waiting on the right side of the stage waiting to come to the front , I walked two or three steps and prayed all that time I wouldn’t collapse, to my surprise the lines came out of my mouth like a parrot. I was relieved when I did my part. The audience clapped , one of them said : “The teacher should have given her the longer part.”

Little did they know how hard it was for me to deliver those lines. Was I embarrassed ? Certainly.

I always used to  hide  myself when the teacher  looked  for kids to play certain parts in the plays that were staged in our school.

When I taught in school I made it a point , to pick the shy kids in my class to play the important parts to overcome the shyness. 🙂

 

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365 Writing Prompts: Standout

When was the last time you really stood out in a crowd? Are you comfortable in that position, or do you wish you could fade into the woodwork?

Sometimes in every one’s life there are times we stand out, whether it is excelling in school, teaching, getting married, taking part in extracurricular activities or even attending a wedding reception or a school play.

I have been to a few wedding receptions not too long ago. I attended some because I was invited by the bride’s or grooms mother.

There was one I attended which took me long hours to reach, it was the wedding of my daughter’s friend. The wedding was in Calgary, going from St. John’s to Calgary took many hours by air. I boarded the flight in the early hours of the morning, I reached Calgary at 10:00 p.m. local time.

I went the next morning to the house of the bride’s mother, all her relatives were attending the wedding, I was the only guest whom they didn’t know, I stood out in the crowd, this was the first time I did not feel awkward, I was comfortable. I did not feel the urge to hide.

There was one occasion where I wished I could fade into the woodwork. I was selected to play the part of a priest in Shakespeare’s play “Twelfth Night” I tried to convince Sr. Joseph Mary I did not want to be in the play, she insisted I have to, I had only a few words to say, I was uneasy and anxious to end my part, the audience thought I did well, I wished I’d disappear ASAP!

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