Stories About Life

Life of a Teacher

Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!

Time ticks slowly and very slowly as the fate of many young children is about to be changed nears its peak. As the time moves on, I see the tense looks of the children as they keep looking at the clock then at their paper and at last at me. Being a teacher who has experienced 25 years in this field I could read each and every single one of their expressions
as if they were my own kids. I know that it is not easy to be doing such a hard paper in their
life which also marks the destination of their entire school life and just by its results which
will guide them towards the path for their life. The importance of this exam is as such.

A young girl looked at me. Her face was washed away with blood and I could see drops of sweat run down her forehead and to the collar of her uniform. Her eyes were large and its pupils were dilated. Her hands were shaking with fright as the papers she was writing on seemed to have been messed and her table also looked a real mess. I did not know how she could concentrate on writing her paper with such a big mess in front of her eyes. She had her
hair fall out of her plait and her hands were shivering as it ran along the paper she was writing. With all the mess and the trouble, she was facing she turned her head and looked at me. I gave her an assuring smile for which she returned with appreciation for the simple act of my kindness which seemed to have crept up to her heart as her warm smile creased the lines in her face and she nodded to herself and continued with her writing.

By having many years of experience in the education field and have seen many faces for all these years it is no wonder that every year there is a student or two who always seem to forget that all the teachers are teachers only after they were students. Though the expression “having eyes on the back”is not literally true it is true for all the experienced teachers as they
can sense what is even a slight turn of the paper issues mean. Students tend to do mistakes
every single day and though as teachers it is our duty to correct them there are several students who are born to make mistakes and to pull the teacher’s leg intending to pass in the exam by trespassing their boundaries and by peeping in to the nearest students exam papers.

Exam is a time where friendship speaks heights. The trust between friends for each other is absolutely unbelievable and the strength of it is mesmerizing as nothing can erase the trust a student has on either his or her friend as he or she is perfectly alright in copying the other students answer in the exam hall. It is perfectly clear that the other students paper surely doesn’t contain the whole marks in his or her paper but the trust and the strength of the friendship is as such that every hurdle in their way overcome the need and urge to peep their head on the paper nearest to them and copy the answer.

This matter of simple act of breaking rules and disregard for it meets a humorous end when the student thinks and hopes that the teacher is blind to that fact. A teacher has many eyes around her head and it is not that she doesn’t see what is going on in the class but she turns a blind eye upon them as the punishment will be severe and it results in spoiling the lives of the particular students.

Though it is a teacher’s duty to correct the student’s mistakes and guide them on their correct way a teacher never liked to have a grudge with a student. It is a common knowledge that the teachers are second mothers and they never want to see a downfall of a student. I did not know its meaning for all my years as a student. But from the day I was appointed as a teacher I knew what every syllable of it meant. The pure pleasure of a teacher lies when on the moment her students say what they have done in their life and how successful they have become as adults. The tear that escapes the dam on a teacher’s eyes when these words reach
her ears is purer than that of a purest substance. A mother has a certain number of children. But for a teacher all the children that pass her class’s door is her own children. It doesn’t change. Nor does it will ever be replaced.

As the growing young buds of the next generation put down their pens very tiredly, I give them a warm smile and collect their privately answered, publicly answered, copied, designed, vandalized papers I can literally hear the inaudible sighs. I very well knew that the moment I pass out of that door the heroes who were brave enough to trust their friend’s answers will laugh behind my back telling how I have been blind to all the heroism acts that
have been going on in my class. But what they don’t know was that I turned a blind eye towards it.

Anyways as I walk out of the school reporting the end of my duties I walk in the hope of meeting the young buds tomorrow and praying that every student who was under my wing should have a better place in the society because as teachers it is what we live up to.

Dedicated to all my teachers!

08/09/2020
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