The World As it Spins

This is one of the greatest plot twists I've encountered this year- heck, in five years. This girl surprised me. I'm a person who tries to be sociable, especially after complains that I was acting like a snob. So as much as possible I try to be cheery and engaging. One evening I ran into this girl I knew. "Hello, how you doing?" Her reply was discomfiting "Stop it. I don't like you greeting me" Like 589 separate thoughts flew through my mind simultaneously. See my life outside, I thought to myself. I must be social, I must be social now see as this small girl is yarning me dust. She continued "I'm younger than you are, I should be the one to always greet you first. When you greet me first I feel awkward" "Is that so?" I asked, as the building fire in my stomach started dying. "Yes" "I can't promise that, but you shouldn't feel awkward anytime I say hi first" Plot Twist! Humans are insatiab

Okay, so a lot of people used to tell me I walk funny (actually arrogantly) back during my undergraduate days. Some even said I was doing like an old king. Sometime last term I was walking to my desk from the school shop were I had gone to get a drink. As I walked, I noticed a shadow poking mine, looking back I saw one of my students. She was doing a funny kind of walk. It was exaggeratedly arrogant and full of swagger. She raised her shoulders in mock pride and was approaching me in slow motion all the while trying to suppress the laughter building in her. It was awful awkward. I stood there rooted in a mix of surprise and curiosity. I squinted to protect my eyes from glare of the mid afternoon sun and tilted my head. "Jade what are you doing?" My reaction was the pin that burst the balloon holding her laughter. She let our a stream of quiet rapid giggles. "Sir, I'm copying the way you walk" "Say what? 😦" "This is how you do" She th

I did not choose this life This life chose me The work I do now, I do not think I am qualified in any way to do. Perhaps however I underestimate myself (something I do a lot). That I am here now means I have to remain and give my best to it. I do not despair and feel sad that I am a teacher, far from it. Many people may feel ashamed if they were in my shoes, a few other "extra sensitive" people feel ashamed on my behalf and pray I get a more rewarding job. Please, what is more rewarding than seeing a bunch of tiny tots gobbling up every word you spit out? I'm not saying it in a disgusting way. I just mean teaching is a rewarding experience and I don't regret it. I feel it is like a process that is required of me before I'm admitted into the next phase of life. Which perhaps may be parenthood. My experiences as a teacher have taught me patience, perseverance, love and how to accept feedback via non traditional channels. I've learned to repeat something over