A Tribute To Friday

The best day of the week is Friday, obviously. It is the day that gives reason to people like me (lazy people)to get up every other morning to carry on with our lives because we know that it's not going to be like this every morning, there still is hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, there will always be FRIDAY.

I've come to realize that I don't treasure this particular day enough and I've devised a plan to make my Saturday morning a little more pleasant. I've told my mother that I have something important to do in the morning and she's going to wake me up at 5 am. That way I would wake up really early, look at my watch, tell myself it's Saturday and go back to sleep savoring every second. And all the other morning(s) can suck it. Awwwwww this feeling.

Here's to all the lazy people out there. Know that there is a reward after all the stress the weekdays throws at you, there will come a day when you can just relax and take a time out, and that day is Friday. The harder you work in the weekdays the sweeter your weekend will get.

But then if you works Saturdays and Sundays then I just feel sorry for you.  

So my mother will wake me up at 5 and I'll go back to sleep without a care in the world because its Friday and not Wednesday or Thursday and definitely not Monday.

I dedicated this poem to Friday to show my appreciation. It may not be that good but it's from the heart.

     Friday has come and passed

     The weekend has gone so fast

     Wake me up tomorrow at 6 am

     Here comes the rain again

     A good sleep can never last

     Got to get up at 6 am

     My alarm is ringing again

     Like it always did before

     To wake me up when it's 6 am

     Workdays will come and pass

     Even weekdays never last

     On Friday, I'll sleep till 10 am

PEACE

NEW JOB

SIR. That’s how I will be addressed starting next week, July 1, 2014 to be exact. No, I didn’t get knighted but I will start my new job as a substitute teacher at Carey English School where I was once a student myself.

I have always respected teachers and the profession. I have had several great teachers who have motivated me and whose words have guided me throughout my life. I believe that teachers have a great opportunity to help children grow up into great persons. Especially in the lower level, I believe that teaching the students their syllabus is just part of the package and I felt that teachers have greater responsibility of guiding their students and preparing them for the future. In my book, a good teacher is someone who inspires his students and gives them the courage to chase their dreams, big or small.

I truly believe in the words that I have just mentioned which puts me under a lot of pressure because I can’t tell what kind of teacher I am going to be. In spite of my best intentions I have no experience in teaching, I am very poor in public speaking, I am not a people person and I am not doing too well in the self-confidence department. So I have spent a couple of sleepless nights wondering what will happen on my first day and not that I needed to be reminded at this moment I remember this one friend from college who passed out in the classroom on his first day as a teacher. It can't get any worse than that. I know what you’re probably thinking; I am thinking about this too much and you think its not too hard as I made it sound. You are probably right but hey, that’s me and I can’t help myself. Welcome to my world.

On the brighter side I do have a Bachelor and Masters Degree in communication and right, teaching is part of communication. I’ve learned and written in so many of exam papers in College and University that teaching in a classroom is a Group communication and I’ve learnt by heart the do’s and don’ts in this situation. I just need to apply it here.

Coming back to CES, I studied class 1 and 2 here and it brings back a lot of memories. Some of my teachers back then are also still working here and even though I am nervous, I do feel like home already. The school has changed so much since I was a student there. I remember those times when it rained and we would shift down to a community hall just below our school because there was a real chance that our school building could collapse under intense rain. How sir Biaka would give us some of the most tiresome punishments I’ve ever suffered. How did he even come up with them? He was pure genius.  

Man I’m getting all nostalgic here, wish I had the words to express what I am feeling right now. I wonder where my CES classmates are right now? It’s almost been 20 years. Will we recognise each other if we meet somewhere, or we’d just be like strangers. It’d sure be nice to talk about the past.  

I’ll stop this post here because it’s getting a bit too long now and I don’t know how to end it. I’ll write some more later, Night night.