PTC days are such an experience.
We started off by setting up classes according to seating charts. Then at 11, the mothers started coming in, & suddenly I was in full usher mode. Big smile on, “Assalamualaikum auntie, who would you like to meet?” on repeat. All the aunties were so sweet, and meeting my classmates’ moms felt like meeting upgraded versions of them. They're all so pretty, like lwk glowing.
From 11 to 1, I was everywhere. Managing 2 rooms, helping in the whole corridor, guiding mothers, figuring out teachers for younger grades by staring way too hard at the seating chart. U can't even say no cuz they're so nice, and also it's your duty. Some teachers were so into conversations that I kept showing them the “time is up” sign, but they just wouldn't stop.
Me & my friend had duties right next to each other, so we kept talking in between, even tho our legs & backs were actually dying. We were trying to keep our juniors in check too.
Then came the best part. A 10 month old baby - my classmates sis. Im not even exaggerating when I say I fell in love. She was in the cutest pink outfit with a tiny hijab. When I picked her up, she literally curled into me & rested her head on my shoulder. I was completely gone. We were all fighting over who got to hold her, & her sister was just laughing at us. Mashallah, she's the sweetest baby ever.
Somewhere in between all this chaos, we ordered food and drinks from zero degree. I had an iced caramel latte, and we had pancakes and all. We sat together trying to figure out which drink belonged to who because nothing was labelled, just chilling. Later, Ms Samia, whos the coolest ever, told us to grab whatever we wanted from the canteen & she'd pay. We didnt go crazy, obviously, but it felt nice.
By the end, I was exhausted. Everything hurt. It might be one of my last PTCs as council, which is sad, but Im just really grateful for it all. The laughter, the people, & especially that adorable baby.
