The school went berserk during the inspections. The bulletin boards had to have something on it. The students needed to be told how to behave, during the regular school assemblies and the teachers had to be more careful as to not make mistakes while teaching. I'm talking about a year and few months ago when our school was visited by some happy-looking inspectors.
Almost all of them were British, and they were always kind and gentle, but God alone knows what mistakes they spotted in our school. Before these inspections, many periods were wasted on preparing the bulletin boards and making the class more than just presentable. All the desks and chairs were kept more neatly than ever by the caretakers. The books in the library also looked more presentable than usual. The school also took the initiative to re-paint the walls which had their paints worn off. Even the washrooms were more clean and less smelly.
The inspections had begun atlast and everyone was awaiting the results. The first day of inspections, no inspector inspected the classes I was sitting in. When I entered the school bus I heard the news from my friends about their experience while sitting in a class that was being inspected. Many said that nothing really happened, the inspectors just walked in gave a smile when they were wished, and sat on the chair that was provided to them. While leaving they said a formal thank you and left the class.
The next day, the same result, no one inspected the classes I was sitting in. I wasn't that glad, but it was good that no one was keeping a keen eye on me, while I was in class. Whenever you met an inspector in the school corridors, they would just smile and walk away, even if you didn't wish them. Every assembly was more organized than usual and the person speaking on stage made sure that every word of his was clear and his pronunciation was impeccable. That day there was no much news from my friends in the bus either.
The third day, I was in the library, I wasn't concentrating on anything but the book I was reading. I don't quite remember the book, but I took my eyes of the book to relieve the strain the words in the book caused. Then all of a sudden I noticed an inspector looking at me. She smiled, and I smiled back as I was too dumbfounded to wish. I was so shocked, I hardly knew how I smiled. The inspector left the library in haste however.
The last period was my English period, my friends and I were waiting for the teacher to enter the class. I was busy staring at the book I borrowed from the library, and before I knew it, second time in a row, an inspector came in front of my eyes. All my classmates were standing, and they were looking at me in shock, because I wasn't doing the same. "Shit!", I said when I stood up. Then I closed my mouth with my hands as I knew that word was inappropiate to use in front of an inspector. I knew the frail woman had heard it, but she said or did nothing!
"What is the meaning of apartheid?", asked the teacher, as we were having a lesson on Nelson Mandela. One of my friends raised his hands and said the exact definition that was given in the textbook. 'Separateness from others because of skin colour or race'. Like this the questioning session went on, and I took active participation, the teacher trusted me in giving the correct answer more than anyone else. For obvious reasons.
The bell rang and it was time to board the bus, we said a formal 'thank you' to the inspector and she replied the same. Before she went, however, she smiled at me in a mocking way and winked. I knew she had heard what I said.
Hasta la Vista,
K
Almost all of them were British, and they were always kind and gentle, but God alone knows what mistakes they spotted in our school. Before these inspections, many periods were wasted on preparing the bulletin boards and making the class more than just presentable. All the desks and chairs were kept more neatly than ever by the caretakers. The books in the library also looked more presentable than usual. The school also took the initiative to re-paint the walls which had their paints worn off. Even the washrooms were more clean and less smelly.
The inspections had begun atlast and everyone was awaiting the results. The first day of inspections, no inspector inspected the classes I was sitting in. When I entered the school bus I heard the news from my friends about their experience while sitting in a class that was being inspected. Many said that nothing really happened, the inspectors just walked in gave a smile when they were wished, and sat on the chair that was provided to them. While leaving they said a formal thank you and left the class.
The next day, the same result, no one inspected the classes I was sitting in. I wasn't that glad, but it was good that no one was keeping a keen eye on me, while I was in class. Whenever you met an inspector in the school corridors, they would just smile and walk away, even if you didn't wish them. Every assembly was more organized than usual and the person speaking on stage made sure that every word of his was clear and his pronunciation was impeccable. That day there was no much news from my friends in the bus either.
The third day, I was in the library, I wasn't concentrating on anything but the book I was reading. I don't quite remember the book, but I took my eyes of the book to relieve the strain the words in the book caused. Then all of a sudden I noticed an inspector looking at me. She smiled, and I smiled back as I was too dumbfounded to wish. I was so shocked, I hardly knew how I smiled. The inspector left the library in haste however.
The last period was my English period, my friends and I were waiting for the teacher to enter the class. I was busy staring at the book I borrowed from the library, and before I knew it, second time in a row, an inspector came in front of my eyes. All my classmates were standing, and they were looking at me in shock, because I wasn't doing the same. "Shit!", I said when I stood up. Then I closed my mouth with my hands as I knew that word was inappropiate to use in front of an inspector. I knew the frail woman had heard it, but she said or did nothing!
"What is the meaning of apartheid?", asked the teacher, as we were having a lesson on Nelson Mandela. One of my friends raised his hands and said the exact definition that was given in the textbook. 'Separateness from others because of skin colour or race'. Like this the questioning session went on, and I took active participation, the teacher trusted me in giving the correct answer more than anyone else. For obvious reasons.
The bell rang and it was time to board the bus, we said a formal 'thank you' to the inspector and she replied the same. Before she went, however, she smiled at me in a mocking way and winked. I knew she had heard what I said.
Hasta la Vista,
K
well i thgt she wud appreciate ur skill of concentration...anyways pls read thru d 4th para. Best wishes!!
ReplyDeleteas usual d english teachr gets it rite. gud observin.
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