TEACHING PRACTICE NOVEL.
Part 9: My fame in school
Everything that happened on Friday and over the weekend remained between me and my partners in crime. That's is the deputy principal, the principal and Sandra; the principal's daughter. Even if someone else was told about it they could not believe it. Reason the way I carried myself out in the school was contrary to what happened over the past four days. Blame the devil not me. I am a prayer coordinator. I repented my sins and the forgiving God has forgiven me. Am now a teacher and not a hyena. Sitaki kuwa Fao. For those of you who never read Kidagaa Kimemwozea, Fao is a character in that book who failed to control himself as a teacher and chewed his student giving her a stomach.
Here was a bright Monday. I arrived in school as usual in my official wear complete with a necktie. The girls used to read news on the assembly before the teachers addressed the assembly. In the news bulletin my name featured decorated with all sorts of adjectives. The praises accorded to me made me feel all eyes on me. All in all the assembly ended and the day began. Personally I had relocated to the Kiswahili departmental offices where I did my work. I was not surprised when my mentor Mr. Martin gave me all his form one and two lessons. I didn't mind because that meant only ten lessons per week. I was given two Geography classes making it a total of sixteen lessons per week. Thanks to God the work load was so small.
The form 3B students had already shared their experience with the rest of the students making it easy for me to teach. I loved all the lessons with the girls since they were so cooperative. The days moved very fast with everything moving smoothly.
It was on a Friday I remember when the H
head of department (HOD) Kiswahili informed us that we were going to have a contest on Saturday. All the eight of us (four trainees and four regular teachers) were allocated their respective duties. To my surprise I was give Kidagaa Kimemwozea as my area. This is another opportunity to show what I am made of, not only to my girls but also the neighboring schools. Everybody else was busy preparing but I didn't see the reason as to why I should bother myself since everything in the book was at my finger tips. Infact I decided to go and play table tennis with the girls.
I remembered the principal's warning. These girls can be naughty take care of yourself. So when I arrived I requested for a match and of course they gave me their best, reason to disapprove me. The game started, I scored all my serves, she could not return the cork back. On the contrary I smashed all her serves. Seven zero. A brush for those of you who played TT know what I mean. Automatically I won respect among the players. They requested me to be their coach something I accepted since I wanted to make a name for myself.
The following day day; the day for the contest was here a total of twenty six schools attended including the famou FSK, Maranda, Butere girls, Lugulu girls and St. Mary's Yala. The hall was parked to the brim. My area was to be handled towards lunch so I had the chance to listen to other teachers. At around eleven fifteen, the MC announced that it was time for Kidagaa Kimemwozea, my area. As I took the stage the big names in the game looked at me with despise. Mmmm asiyekujua hakuthamini. I told myself. Since the students were tired too they were all in mummers. The challenge was drawing their attention. Of course I had my own way of getting them back, I started singing a song " Nakula kwa macho" it worked. All the students came back all seated. I introduced myself and started pouring the content one by one. By the time I had spent ten minutes, all the students were busy jotting down points in their notebooks something that never happened to the previous speakers. The big fish in the game were now nodding with approval. The only sound that was heard in the hall was my voice and the turning of pape
Everything that happened on Friday and over the weekend remained between me and my partners in crime. That's is the deputy principal, the principal and Sandra; the principal's daughter. Even if someone else was told about it they could not believe it. Reason the way I carried myself out in the school was contrary to what happened over the past four days. Blame the devil not me. I am a prayer coordinator. I repented my sins and the forgiving God has forgiven me. Am now a teacher and not a hyena. Sitaki kuwa Fao. For those of you who never read Kidagaa Kimemwozea, Fao is a character in that book who failed to control himself as a teacher and chewed his student giving her a stomach.
Here was a bright Monday. I arrived in school as usual in my official wear complete with a necktie. The girls used to read news on the assembly before the teachers addressed the assembly. In the news bulletin my name featured decorated with all sorts of adjectives. The praises accorded to me made me feel all eyes on me. All in all the assembly ended and the day began. Personally I had relocated to the Kiswahili departmental offices where I did my work. I was not surprised when my mentor Mr. Martin gave me all his form one and two lessons. I didn't mind because that meant only ten lessons per week. I was given two Geography classes making it a total of sixteen lessons per week. Thanks to God the work load was so small.
The form 3B students had already shared their experience with the rest of the students making it easy for me to teach. I loved all the lessons with the girls since they were so cooperative. The days moved very fast with everything moving smoothly.
It was on a Friday I remember when the H
head of department (HOD) Kiswahili informed us that we were going to have a contest on Saturday. All the eight of us (four trainees and four regular teachers) were allocated their respective duties. To my surprise I was give Kidagaa Kimemwozea as my area. This is another opportunity to show what I am made of, not only to my girls but also the neighboring schools. Everybody else was busy preparing but I didn't see the reason as to why I should bother myself since everything in the book was at my finger tips. Infact I decided to go and play table tennis with the girls.
I remembered the principal's warning. These girls can be naughty take care of yourself. So when I arrived I requested for a match and of course they gave me their best, reason to disapprove me. The game started, I scored all my serves, she could not return the cork back. On the contrary I smashed all her serves. Seven zero. A brush for those of you who played TT know what I mean. Automatically I won respect among the players. They requested me to be their coach something I accepted since I wanted to make a name for myself.
The following day day; the day for the contest was here a total of twenty six schools attended including the famou FSK, Maranda, Butere girls, Lugulu girls and St. Mary's Yala. The hall was parked to the brim. My area was to be handled towards lunch so I had the chance to listen to other teachers. At around eleven fifteen, the MC announced that it was time for Kidagaa Kimemwozea, my area. As I took the stage the big names in the game looked at me with despise. Mmmm asiyekujua hakuthamini. I told myself. Since the students were tired too they were all in mummers. The challenge was drawing their attention. Of course I had my own way of getting them back, I started singing a song " Nakula kwa macho" it worked. All the students came back all seated. I introduced myself and started pouring the content one by one. By the time I had spent ten minutes, all the students were busy jotting down points in their notebooks something that never happened to the previous speakers. The big fish in the game were now nodding with approval. The only sound that was heard in the hall was my voice and the turning of pape
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