Life is all about experiencing new things. These experiences become one’s personal stories of success and failure. I believe that these stories of ups and downs and these narrations of rise and fall are worthy to be told.
This reminds me of my teaching experience. Those were the days when I was scared of experiencing anything new in my life. My parents were aware of my weakness so they forced me to start teaching at school. I tried to make protest but to no avail.
I still remember my first day of nervousness at school. I was selected as a junior Maths Teacher there but my “confusion” was depicting the fear of a “little school girl.”
With no prior experience, teaching boys was a hell of a task for me. I can still recall that naughty boy of my class who loved to laugh. He had an amazing ability of burst into giggles and that too with no apparent reason.
There was also a “slow writer” in my class. That laziest boy of my class was always able to bring tears in my eyes. In those days, I desperately longed for that “cherished moment” when he could complete his work in time but, that moment never came.
The boys are generally considered to be full of energy but I would regard that class as a “basket full” of energy. While I was busy in writing on board they whistled and flew papers in class and they were quite clever in covering each other that I never succeeded in identifying the real “culprit.”
In those days I returned home exhausted, I lost my appetite and dark circles appeared under my eyes. I longed for an opportunity to leave that job.
And, finally that time came when I had to leave my job for pursuing my studies. I can never forget those sad faces of my students. They were crying. I was also shocked by their response. They took my autograph and presented me with their beautiful drawings and hand made cards.
Life has been a journey and while cleaning my shelf today, I came across those beautiful drawings and cards. These tangible evidences of love and care remind me of those ‘chatterboxes’ of my class. The process of remembering those “innocent faces” brings tears in my eyes. I silently pray for their success in life.
In fact I owe to them for giving me a chance of an experience which I will always remember. That “life changing” incident of my life had taught me some great lessons. Today, I’m not afraid of experiencing new things in life as I firmly believe that “The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
I still enjoy recalling that experience and today it’s difficult to believe it really happened.
I wonder if you guys have got something similar to share. Love to have your comments.