The Tragic Irony
Yesterday was like a heart rate chart. Up and down and up and down.
It officially began with a down when I snipped my finger (the one next door to pinkie) while I was cutting sticky notes for the students to use during their social studies projects to pretend they were real researchers (you know, walking around with books with yellow strips sticking out all over the place with their jotted notes on them). The bleeding wouldn’t stop and had the kids all tizzied up. Some had their mouths open in fascination (the scientists), several were running to tell others (the reporters), a couple had rushed to the office to get bandages (the doctors), one had brought tissue over to press the wound (the paramedic), two were reassuring me and informing each other they had experienced such cuts before and survived (the Oprahs), one was examining the scissor’s sharpness (the forensic investigator), a couple were muttering darkly about its sharpness (the unionists), one special guy was announcing the fact that there was such sharp scissors around a school wasn’t good at all (the lawyer), three were asking me if I was ok over and over (the therapists), four were still working hard on their projects after shooting a single steely glance at all the commotion (the CEOs) and a handful, a precious handful, were patting my arm with tears in their eyes (the gems). And all I was thinking was… a cut on my newly empty ring finger? I can get a poem out of the tragic irony.
Such is the mind of (the writer).
ahhh paper cut…Ouch
This is a wonderful post which attest to that fact that you are an excellent teacher. I enjoyed the classification of your students; it rings so true. You should write down that names of the students (of course, not on the blog, but in private) under each category and check the list…say twenty years and see where there are!
Thayyiba
They may not grow up the way they would like to. There’s a sad thing called family pressure.
That’s deep. And I’m not just talking about the cut.
i love you.
Lalla Mona – a paper cut? no, try a big steel scissor cut (so I win the rock, paper, scissor game).
Thayyiba, welcome back (we have to do Jumah+lunch again)! and thank you…this is my favorite class of my teaching career so far so I just might do your idea.
Manas, true but I was just supposing they were going to be those things when they grew up (they’re only cute 7 year olds). Let’s hope their families allow them to grow as they need to, insha’Allah.
Asmaa, I believe your comment is even deeper. Really!
Safiyyah, aaaawww, do you really mean it? Then let’s do a story together on facebook too… (it was so funny, I wanted to try it with one or both or all three of you DVers)
yes, of course i do.
glad you enjoyed our collaborative story. it was such fun to write. our only constraint was facebook, which limited us to 1000 characters. but that i think that only added to the whole experience, because we were forced to cut down when our paragraph didn’t fit. when are you up for a collaborative story? we’ll let you start it off this time.
Collaborative story, here I come…(well, after my report cards are done, insha’Allah)
I don’t know how I missed this post before, but I REALLY enjoyed it … you have a really affecting way of making others relate to your writing.