New Day At A New School

                                  

A new chapter of my life had finally begun! I failed to shake off the first day' jitters and forgot to clock in by having my fingerprint scanned. The number of teachers at my new station blew me away, twice as many as that at my former school. 
Despite the butterflies in my stomach, I was able to stay awake throughout the meeting. The different way the meeting was conducted, plus the cordial atmosphere made me feel welcomed. From time to time I kept reminding myself that bygones were bygones, and that I should not let my past blunders get in the way of success again. 

A few minutes into the first hour of the meeting, nature called and I went to the toilet. On my way back, due to my being unused to the surroundings, I had not the foggiest idea where the conference room was, and found myself ending up in strange, dead-end corners. Soon a lady teacher came to my rescue. I followed her back to the conference room and what an experience I had had. The school was so large that one would easily find himself in a maze if he had become disorientated. My face flushed with shame, I entered the room and was relieved to be back to the security of my seat. 
The meeting wore on and I finally knew what subject and classes I would be teaching. Praise the Lord, I was assigned to teach only English and a Form One class was put under my charge. Blimey, For six years in a row I had not been burdened with the job of a form teacher. Now I have to get used to the job so that everyone will look up to me.

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