Biography 102: New headmistress

 When I have got admitted to the new school in grade 5, I heard the previous headmaster has left. This school appointed a new headmaster, who didn't start work yet. I have no issue with this news.

Our school's geometric design is in a way that when you will enter the school first you have to cross the headmaster's room then you can enter the school. So, every morning when I entered, I looked at the headmaster's room first. Looks empty, then I walk inside the school. One day I saw a new nameplate has been established at the top of the door. It was printed "Mrs. Shahedora Begum". So, now we have a name.

In Bangladesh, the new school year started in January (In Canada, September). It is the wintertime, and also yearly sports time. So, every day, kids used to join in several competitions to win prizes. If they are in sports, they don't need to stay in the regular classes. 

I had no interest in sports, but I was interested not to join the regular classes in school. So, every morning, after roll call, when some girls went to join the sports activity, I went out with them too.

Then actually I just enjoyed my free time in freestyle, sometimes I use to read books, not any school book, someday I just stood on the corridor and watch how girls doing sports, sometimes just walk around the school. I was just happy not to join the boring classes. 

One day I was standing in the corridor and watching sports, a woman came to me and asked "What are you doing?". In January, many girls use to join the school, so every day, I have seen some guardians come to school and talk with teachers. I assume this is a guardian too, and I became very annoyed with her curiosity. Just I replied, "I am a little busy with sports", then went down to the field. Didn't do much and came back to the class. I had a feeling I should stay in the class.

Later I got to know our new headmistress had started doing her job. She is a very strict person, a very angry woman and doesn't care who is in front of her, just scolds. No one can speak in front of her. The school changed in a day. All relaxed mood has gone. Everybody use to stay alert for her. No one knows when and how she is going to attack. 

Now I know, who caught me earlier and my sixth sense just saved me. One thing is for sure, good things don't stay long. Especially for me.

Biography 83: Crockeries

 In our primary(Elementary) school in Bangladesh, we had an annual prize ceremony day. It is a tradition in schools, all over Bangladesh.

The school arranges beautiful cultural performances in this function. Like dance, singing, poem recitation etc. In the end, the teacher started calling all the students' names, who are going to get a prize. There were two sections for this prize. One section is for education and cultural (Dance, recite a poem, singing, educational achievement etc) side and another side is sports. For education and cultural competition, prizes were books. For sports, prizes were crockeries.

I didn't see this kind of annual activity in Canada. I think we should try in here too. It's really fun for both teachers and students.

In the annual ceremony, teachers use to make huge arrangements. They decorated the whole school. Expertise came to prepare the stage. Then they bought prizes. Books were on one side and the crockeries on another side. The crockeries were in different colours, jugs, cups, plates and many other items. You can amazing how my heart cries to have those. 

I was never good at any sports. I have never won any prize in sports, never get any crockeries as a prize. I have got prized to take place in the class, for my attendance, dance, singing, reciting poems etc. So, all I have got is books. Now I can understand that the books were priceless. I still have them at my mother's house. But if I had got crockeries, I wouldn't have any of them now. Though my heart still wants kitchen items.

Recently I have broken a couple of plates, accedently. Good for me. So, now I can have some plates ;)