On Tuesday, July 26th, I had a very frustrating day at school. Everything was going well until 11 a.m., the time when my girls class ends and break begins. Every Tuesday and Thursday, the principals of the three sections, Ms. Ayesha (my internship coordinator), and her grandmother, the founder of the school, have a meeting. So before 11:30 a.m., I join them—it’s a nice way to catch up and talk with them.
Long story short, a particular teacher at the boys section misunderstood the directions of the boys section principal, and as a result of his lack of attention, I missed my entire class for boys that day. The principal asked him to bring the entire class to the interview with the president of private schools in Abbottabad. Instead, the teacher brought only two students. The principal required that I be present for the interview even though I did not want to. To make matters worse, the interview was only supposed to last about 20 to 30 minutes. It took 90 minutes. So, here I was: in an interview with a guy who went off tangent on every question, with only two of my students, while the rest of my class waited for me at the boys section, doing nothing.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal to me except for the fact that we have so little time left to produce our newspaper. Every minute is valuable for these kids, and we cannot afford to lose any time. That was a second time in a row that the boys have not had an opportunity to type their articles—and it was because of this teacher. I was frustrated and upset at this, and I felt that aggravated that no one sympathized with my view, especially this teacher who I think is purposefully trying to sabotage my program.
After the exhaustive interview, I went back to the girls section—where the meeting carried on—and complained to the principals and Ms. Ayesha. After understanding the situation at hand, they were all on my side, and sympathized. Even though this did not make up for the lost class time, it did provide some comfort. I walked out of the office that day, nearly tear-eyed.
What I learned from Tuesday’s scenario is that in life, you have to roll with the punches. Not everything in life will be perfect. Not everything will go as we want. We will meet different types of personalities wherever we go in life. We may not always appreciate someone else’s way of doing things. When an issue arises, the real test is not the details of what went wrong, but how we dealt with the situation. In retrospect, it would have been better had I consulted the teacher directly before going to his authorities. Although the teacher got yelled at for his faults, he did apologize to me. I have forgiven and I have forgotten. After all, there is something bigger to worry about right now! Tick tock, tick tock.