My husband said it's my fault as i admitted my mistake.

My husband said that I did wrong by admitting my mistake in front of the principal. But when I told my mom, she said that I was right as that's how my mom has brought me up. Admitting my mistake doesn't make me small in any way. I learnt a lesson n will check carefully before I submit something. It was the first time that such a paper was made. Nobody would have made what I made, not the questions at least n I don't think what I did was wrong.

Maybe I did wrong by not approaching the principal again, but I didn't find the confidence as going for the first time was not easy enough.

I expected that she would call me but she didn't call n I didn't initiate again.

Principal didn't listen to me.

There was Maths puzzle in the school n a few mistakes were judged in the question paper, made by me. The paper was of some standard, so maybe in order to maintain the standard, I ignored some other crucial stuff. But other teachers, got worried as not many kids would have got the prize. Hence, they told me to change the correction pattern, to which I agreed too. But, while correcting the papers, I found that many children were now getting 1 St, 2 nd n 3 Rd position. I requested the teachers to wait, but as expected, they went ahead n submitted the papers. In order to stop the standard from going down further, I admitted my mistake to the Principal n asked for her suggestion but without listening to me completely, she said that I've done blunder n there's nothing to discuss, she moved on. I waited for her to listen but she didn't look back.

Later, I came to know that STD 4 teachers have selected 25 to 28 children, per section as winners. The entire competition will be ruined. But, what I  could do, I did. Hopefully, if Principal calls me tomorrow, I'll mention my points, if not, important resources like manpower, stationery n time will get wasted.

Stressed!

I am feeling a lot stressed these days, due to work. Our school has a new Principal and she has scolded us too in the last week. This week, I am feeling a lot of stress due to what happened last week and I don't feel like talking to anyone too, as they are all casual about things. I have always been serious about my work, but still I am feeling that I am may be not being up to the mark. She has not said anything specifically to me, but, still I am not taking things well. God, please help me to come out of this.

I am talking a bit more to kids.

I am realizing today that I am talking a bit more to kids these days or may be the kids are not the same anymore. I need to talk comparatively less, from tomorrow. The kids whom I have taught in the past, were receptive of me, but the ones whom I taught now, kind of make fun of me. I will keep this in my mind, while interacting with them from tomorrow, esp. VA n VB.

I used to think that by interacting with them, I can make a relationship, with them, but the kids are not the same anymore. Also, these kids have spent less time with me, unlike kids in the past. It's not their fault, but I can't loose my dignity. Sometimes, they comment about my marriage and at other times, about my kids, which I don't enjoy much.

God, please take care of them, as I am being a bit conscious and touchy.

A kid asked if I was married.

A girl kid of another class, asked if I was married and I said no. She said that I don't look like I was not married, not actually these words, but this is what I understood. I didn't feel very bad, but felt a bit conscious. There are things in my life, which are not under my control.

Kids touch my feet.

A no. of boys rush and touch my feet on daily basis and I like too. I may not have noticed, but I haven't seen them doing  the same, with other teachers. 

Answered a question asked by a kid ...!

In our school, preparations for the Golden Jubilee are going on. A lot of our time, is spent sitting with participants and managing them, mostly till the time, their turn comes. A girl student of Class IX (who is a volunteer) asked me, if I get bore, while sitting with these kids. I told her that what I am doing here is my job. It's duty which is assigned to me and I can't be bored here. Being bored and not liking something is a part of home stuff.

I liked the look on her face, as she was receptive of what I had said.

I love my job, as I can truly make a difference, without denying the fact that very few kids have the capability to listen to what the teacher says, leave apart understanding it. But, I am doing my bit and I am proud of myself.