Are you still with me? Good. I might be getting too nostalgic with my memories from Konibodom and about my grandpa and could go on and on. So not to bore you with my rumbling any longer, let me tell you one little story from those days.
One day, I decide to pay a visit to my mom while she is at work. Her workplace, the village school being six houses and one chaykhana away from grandpa’s, it doesn’t take me much to get there. The only challenge to find the classroom where my mom would be teaching at that exact hour. By now, I know five - six classrooms she would likely be. I am not tall enough to peek through the keyholes, I put my earlobe on the doors instead. This day, I find her on the second floor, drawing the solar system on the board.
Quiet classroom fills with giggles and laughter as soon as I enter the room. On one side my mom furious at me for interrupting her class, on the other side, whole class trying to get my attention. Almost everyone is begging me to seat next to them. Ha! I see Nemat Terak* among them calling my name enthusiastically. The other day, he made us chase him the whole neighborhood for our ball that he took away. Now totally ignoring his pleadings, I pick a guy in front of him to sit next to and I shoot a victorious look at him. I ask the guy for a pen and paper. By now my mom manages to quiet the class somehow, but this guy next to me continues whispering and asking me questions. I tell him to shut up and concentrate on the lesson. I, myself start copying the solar system from the board. At that moment, the door opens and enters the school director. Seeing me among the students:
‘Your little one is again here today? She seems very interested in coming to school. Why don’t you let her to attend Shoira’s grade one and see if she likes it?’
‘But she is only four years old, how can she study with the kids three years older than her. No, she is too young’ refuses my mom.
That evening with the help of my grandpa, I manage to convince my mom. Now I have to get ready to school next day. I have no supplies, no school bag. I run to my cousins, get some notebooks, pens, and an old bag from previous years. It has no back straps, just a handle on top. No problem! If I lean to one side a bit, I can manage walking without it touching the ground. I didn’t bother with school uniform much and went on my first day with slippers on my foot. I went three days in a row. I was getting ready on the fourth day, alas, my mom grabbed me by my elbow and next I found myself locked up in the basement. I could hear her arguing with grandpa:
‘She is too young. She barely reaches the board. I thought she would get tired and bored by sitting for hours in the class, yet she is getting more eager day by day. It needs to stop.’ And off she went to work.
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One day, I decide to pay a visit to my mom while she is at work. Her workplace, the village school being six houses and one chaykhana away from grandpa’s, it doesn’t take me much to get there. The only challenge to find the classroom where my mom would be teaching at that exact hour. By now, I know five - six classrooms she would likely be. I am not tall enough to peek through the keyholes, I put my earlobe on the doors instead. This day, I find her on the second floor, drawing the solar system on the board.
Quiet classroom fills with giggles and laughter as soon as I enter the room. On one side my mom furious at me for interrupting her class, on the other side, whole class trying to get my attention. Almost everyone is begging me to seat next to them. Ha! I see Nemat Terak* among them calling my name enthusiastically. The other day, he made us chase him the whole neighborhood for our ball that he took away. Now totally ignoring his pleadings, I pick a guy in front of him to sit next to and I shoot a victorious look at him. I ask the guy for a pen and paper. By now my mom manages to quiet the class somehow, but this guy next to me continues whispering and asking me questions. I tell him to shut up and concentrate on the lesson. I, myself start copying the solar system from the board. At that moment, the door opens and enters the school director. Seeing me among the students:
‘Your little one is again here today? She seems very interested in coming to school. Why don’t you let her to attend Shoira’s grade one and see if she likes it?’
‘But she is only four years old, how can she study with the kids three years older than her. No, she is too young’ refuses my mom.
That evening with the help of my grandpa, I manage to convince my mom. Now I have to get ready to school next day. I have no supplies, no school bag. I run to my cousins, get some notebooks, pens, and an old bag from previous years. It has no back straps, just a handle on top. No problem! If I lean to one side a bit, I can manage walking without it touching the ground. I didn’t bother with school uniform much and went on my first day with slippers on my foot. I went three days in a row. I was getting ready on the fourth day, alas, my mom grabbed me by my elbow and next I found myself locked up in the basement. I could hear her arguing with grandpa:
‘She is too young. She barely reaches the board. I thought she would get tired and bored by sitting for hours in the class, yet she is getting more eager day by day. It needs to stop.’ And off she went to work.
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@MenSenvaUlar2