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End Of Term
   So soon a term which seemed like a long journey on the first day is coming to an end. Funny enough, the teacher himself is full of joy which should have rather been the mood of his pupils. Standing just by a student who is busily putting pen to paper. Fully concentrated on what she is writing, I could feel a strange look of difficulty from her pen. What other paper might they be writing than "almighty" Mathematics.
    When I was young and untill now it has been a general view that "Maths" is not for the feminine. Its seems funny to me because I have seen real boys who run for their lives whenever this subject of calculations comes up. With all these thoughts, I reflected on my days at primary school where u feel that "unnecessary pressure" of a teacher-friend standing by you looking critically at your paper. I think I will be her worse teacher for those few seconds staring at her paper. Feeling the sweat in her fingers holding her pen, I moved gently from her desk to at least ease her off the nervousness.
   Standing infront of the whiteboard I had a wider view of all the pupils. It is their last paper out of a total of nine and a mixed-feeling drew clearly on their faces. School will vacate in two days time for Christmas holidays. The harmattan alone is a huge compensation for the subject they are writing. Few minutes to go, I yelled boldly, "get ready to stop work". A lot of work to be done on marking and filling of terminal reports as well. Nonetheless, the term is officially saying "goodbye".
   Three full months of waking up, walking a couple of miles to enjoy the fun and company of noisy but interesting students whom I always deecribe as younger brothers and sisters. Full of ineresting moments. Trying to punish a student by giving him or her some few strokes just to realise that the student smiles back at you. Asking them to "write a letter to the Assemblyman of their area" and one of them replies, "Sir, to him or her? ". Owsh, can't you read and understand. I almost got furious before realising I am here to teach and help them not for them to impress me. These together with other exciting times have climaxed my first term. I have really enjoyed the company of these kids.
   Just can't wait to go back home and have a very good rest possibly. Will miss a lot but hey!! don't forget its just three weeks.

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