Those days after college were stagnant like water in a well, when I emerged with an entirely strange desire of doing job in a school as a Montessori teacher that left everybody stumped. I don’t know why but teaching is always been a noblest profession in my eyes and I always dreamt myself standing on a dais of lecturer wear with gown and specs before many seeking faces, and then involve oneself into the world of their alma mater. My mother again and again urged to find out root cause of this whim. Actually this all was because I never told anybody before but I had this kept in my mind as a firm plan. I always have a love to treat pupils of every age so at just initialization I want to be a teacher of kids who are themselves on their initialization.
Despite of no special diploma in Montessori teaching and lack of experience, to all those places where I had submit my C.V. were ready to appoint me as a primary teacher but no one agreed on taking a risk in appointing a 17 years old teacher to handle those kids for whom they don’t prefer a teacher rather a mother and for whom school is very next after their homes. I remembered at one place because of my stunning marks in Physics and English they were offering me a very handsome salary as a science teacher even then I denied. Head Mistress urged a lot to switch my mind.
Khair! After a continuous effort I got an appointment letter from one school as a Montessori teacher. My first day, when our coordinator guided me to my class room I was so excited. Strength of my class was 18 and no one was older then 3 or 3.5 years. Their first expressions for me were mingled with smiles, whispers, blankness, confusion, fear and more was there too I saw on their faces was very aspiring and worth fascinating that no one can leave them without a KISS. I spend 6 hours of day with them out of my 8 hours of my job and rest of the 2 hours left my spine bent which passed in making activity chart of them for next day.
I enjoyed all those 6 months with them with greater zeal. I never can forget those little warm and clumsy hands under my palms when I taught them overwriting on dotted text. When their mothers left them forcibly under my grip loads of tears were started gathering around their eye circles which share their sorrow of departure from their mothers that soon become vanish with in seconds when I start my class after prayer with first and funny lesson that was “Paint Anything around You”, LOL, and once a cute brat sketched me but that was marvelous as compare to his age and I gave a star on his cheek. Our music class in which vigor of every kid was always on its boom in which we sang so many poems and Urdu and English rhymes with equal rhythm and tone. When once I slightly scold Ayesha as she saw me being hyper first time so she blurted out crying in fear because putting her hard to remember teesra kalma still she couldn’t on which I cheer up her hugging tightly. And once I walked to the head mistress office to collect my salary check and on my return another cutest brat Ali soaked my hand bag to put out my cell for playing with it ring tones when I inquired on which he confessed in his random tong “Miss mujhay aap kay mobile ka music bahut acha lagta hai” on which I burst out laughing over his innocence rather showing my rage. Celebrating their Birthdays with their favorite cakes and soft toys wishing them clapping tightly was an occasion in which no one was in mood to study. And one day how foolishly Farwa- the most gol matol girl of my class dipped the nip of pencil near her eye cornea that made her yelling painfully but first aid on time saved her from sever loss that made my duty more strict which helped me realize even more that I’m more then teacher for them. Their innocence filled permissions on their needs “Mish! May I go to washroom, Mish! May I go drink water”
Fiza, Farwa, Osaama, Nabeel, Rimsha, Ali …………….et cetera I still miss u guys so much. I don’t think so if you too miss me or not. But it seems like a near past.
*sigh*
Rimsha dear made me to recall all my time with them .Yes, yesterday in a mall when I heard someone yelling Miss, Miss even then I turned my neck she was grown-up Rimsha seems to be little mature then before. I was totally stumped that she recognized me how easily. I wish all those whom I never saw day after my resign also remember me somewhere in their hearts.
). Hayay marjavan in masooom nazrooon pay. LOVE my MUDI. This one is for YOU.
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. LOL, I made 2 layouts there but other one seems as quiet messy and snobbish in a way that i dont care about to share that one but that is a girly one ;o). LOL, I better keep some of skills upto me;o). Now there are some more creative, better, decent and professional ideas are poping up in my re-charged bettery[mind] since I’ve created this one. Hope it helps to creat a decent and more unique blog layout for myslef which I actually want.
