My Ego and My Life: Narayani Timilsina

 My birthplace

I was born in a remote area of Chitwan named Madi on 2037/02/07. I am the youngest daughter of my mother but I am the second daughter of the last of my father. My father has six children but my mother has only three. I have an elder sister and an elder brother.

My mother was married to my father when my stepmother left my father and started sitting in her maiti house. But later stepmother was also taken by my father taking her on his shoulder and started sitting together.

Life with StepMother

Male never knows the pain of delivery of a mother and they never know how pain is felt by a mother when she could not feed her children. There was too much physical torture and mental burden to my mother to bring us up when she was living together. My mother had to work on the farm with my father. Her work was to dig and carry the mud to make the land plain. We, three children were small. We were born only two years gap. My Stepmother did not feed us on time and she did not change our clothes when we excreta urine and stool in time. She felt bored caring for us because she also had other three children of her own. Therefore, my mother told my father not to live together. So, my mother separated from a joint family when I was one and a half years old due to an uncomfortable situation for her and her three children with my father and a stepmother. My father did not live with us. We started facing much hardship life after separation too.

My mother was illiterate. Her mother died when she was 10 years. She had two sisters. They all lived with their father. Her father also died at her 25. She did not have anyone to help her from her own relatives. But also, she struggled to feed us and educate us. My hands are trembling. My heart is being socked to remember the events that touch my heart as a throne. I want to thank my teacher Dr. Prem Phyak who inspires me to write my life from Madi, Sarlahi to Kathmandu.

About Madi and my Childhood School

My real-life started in a small house which was in the middle of a farm where there is no facility for transportation, electricity, or health service. The basic level school was 10 minutes away from my house on foot. There was a stream that should be crossed to reach that school. A   library is a store of knowledge from where we can gain knowledge that cannot be stolen. But it was really sorrowful to say that there was no library in that school. I did not know the importance of science lab, computer lab, and language lab at that time. Now, I know why they need in school but there was nothing in my childhood school. I can’t imagine that there is a school without a toilet. What an unbelievable matter that there was a single toilet for teachers but students must go near a stream for urination and stool.  In the rainy season, the road was totally muddy. Sometimes we, students slipped on the way where there was sloppy. The stream was flowing heavily so we need to return home due to no bridge over the stream.

 I had searched for my school photo while writing this autobiography on 2079/10/19 and I got it. This shows that still there is no internet access or no interest in teachers to update Facebook pages of school.

 

Second class in Murtiya, Sarlahi

After one class, my father migrated us to Sarlahi where I studied for only one year. To pass one year it was felt like a long time because there was awful life rather than in Madi for us. We had only five kattha land where only maize, sugarcane, and wheat can be produced. Sometime we wanted to eat rice but we neither had money to buy rice nor land to produce it. My mother was a farmer whose intention was just to feed us to survive and educate us from public school. I read in class 2 in Murtiya school. I did not remember anything about my study in that place.

Male and females are different only in the case of physical structures but there are barriers in the social norms and values that we could not break. Males are physically strong so that they can dig and plow the field but I had a small brother who could not dig and plough the field. We did not get any help from our father. My mother neither broke the social norms and plowed the field nor fed us well. Her final decision is to get help from villagers and relatives.

We had relatives. They were my Fupu, Jiba (Hajurbuwa). They were rich. I wept and wept to eat rice.  Sometimes, I ran to fupu’s house where my fupu said to eat rice. I became so happy to eat it. After eating, I helped her to clean the kitchen. Because of these kinds of circumstances, we did not like to stay in Murtiya. But my father did not give us permission to return Goapalnagar, Madi, Chitwan. My Jiba helped us to come back to my birthplace. Jiba quarreled with my father saying to care for us. He said to my father, “They are going to die because of poverty”.

Field of Murtiya for only maize, wheat and sugarcane

 

Back to Chitwan

Life of Farmer and Punishment of Father

It was the rainy season to plant the paddy, and my brother became sick and suffered from dysentery. It was not recovered for a long time so he was taken to Bharatpur hospital, a 40-kilometer northern part of Madi. My mother carried him on her back and walked 40 K.M. to reach Mahendra Hospital, Bharatpur. My mother spent a lot of the money that she took as dept and asked with my father but he did not bestow his helping hand. He asked my Jiba who always helped with our needs. He provided money to my mother for treatment.

It was the time of cultivation. All others planted the paddy plants and their field became green but my eyes were shedding tears all the time looking at our bared field. I and my elder sister were at home. We could not speak with father neither happily nor sadly. He used to order us to work on his work. But also, I requested my father to plough our field but he ignored it. This year we planted the rice In Bhadra when my mother returned from the hospital with an unrecovered brother. My brother was admitted to the hospital for 19 days. Doctors lost their hope to treat him and discharged him. Brother was taken back home and started to treat ayurvedic medicine. Fortunately, he recovered after a long treatment.

 

When I was reading in class three, I was called by my fupu who suffered from tuberculosis. I went to Fupu to care her. At midnight I had to wake to cook rice for her to take medicine. Otherwise, she was only coughing and coughing and she could not sleep well. I should do all household work. One day, I ran away to my mother’s house and hid in the door corner but my father requested me to return and I returned to fupu’s house. I don’t know to care about my study.

My father had six children; three were of my stepmother’s. They were brought up taking care of well. These were also my brother and sisters but also, I unwillingly said that they had the money for snacks to eat at school but my mother could afford it for us. My brother, sister, and I never tasted snacks at school. my desire was to get new copies to write fairly but I never got a new one. I used to wash my brother and sister’s copies and used them. I did not have a pen. I asked my mother and my father replied to me to use a bamboo pen. I wanted an ink but who knew my desire. My mother could not afford our fees, and educational materials. My father did not support us even a rupee too. It’s alright he did not support us financially but he must have helped us verbally. Oppositely, my mother had to face mental torture and physical punishment. When I came back from school, I wept on the way thinking that perhaps, today too, my mother was punched by my father. He used to bite my mother using a bamboo stick. He used to take our cows and ox from our shed. I used to ask my mother why he had taken our strong cow and ox, and she said because he had helped to buy them. How disgusting matter! where is the implementation of the constitution which was mentioning that polygamy would be punished by law. Even, he did not give us our property without collecting leaders of the society.

weeping? What to say? I hid all these immediately. 

One day, my father was rotating oxen to make straw. He asked me to help him. I helped for long hours with rotating oxen. His children who were living with them were not working anything. They were just sitting. I became angry and said I could not do it or something else I forget exact words. He punished me using a bamboo stick. I could not bear it and I urinated in my clothes. I wept for two hours standing in the corner of the door. I had innumerable events that were still printed in my mind that struck my studies.

I thought when we were neglected by our father, some of the neighbors also started ignoring us. There was no proper irrigation system. Sometimes, our turn was at night for watering the maize or rice field. My mother had to go to the field. The place was dangerous due to wild animals wandering here and there. I also woke up with her and went with her. My grandpa (my mother’s father) had given us 10 kattha land that was near the RIU river and the dense forest of Chitwan National Park. At night, my mom had to sleep in KUTI to chase wild animals and protect grains from them because our home was far from that land. Though my mother is a female, she did not care about her physical risk so I also went with mom and slept with her in kuti. Can you imagine how was the risk? But I believe in God who is still protecting us from any type of risk. However, she was facing all these troubles only to bring up us and educate us, I could not be free from these risks and I was with my mother all time without caring about my study. Now, my eyes are shedding tears. My voice is stopped. I feel fear now thinking about how I had spent these days.

 

 When I was reading in grade 5, I left school and I and my sister started working in a garment factory. I just worked to spin the thread. My sister prepared gareluko sadi. But that was not my own interest so after a year, my feet took me to school hanging books and copies in my hand. What I earned from that factory, I used to buy my copies and pens.

 

When I and my sister who was maili, living with my father were reading in the same class. Teachers usually asked questions in the class. I could reply to the answers but my maili sister couldn’t. Teachers said to my sister, you are elder but you can’t reply, Narayani can.  Only such circumstances made me happy at school otherwise I could not be happy. Here, I remember Karl Marx who said that there should be a conflict to bring the change. It is also said that in children from poor families, their performance in the study is also poor. I was also a victim of it. My mother had neither Radio nor Television. My father and my neighbor used to listen to the Radio. Sometimes, I went to my father’s house to listen to ‘Ghatana ra Bichar’. I could not understand well.

I passed class 7 from Harinagar Lower Secondary School. I needed to admit Madi Basantapur Secondary school. I needed to walk almost 50 minutes from home to school. I must work at home too. Sometimes, I only attended the first period and asked the teacher to return home to plant the paddy. When I saw somebody wearing beautiful clothes or eating delicious food, I wanted them but there was a lack of money to do what I wanted. In grade 10, all were ready to go educational tour to Dharan to collecting RS. 4000. It was missed due to poverty. Science and OPT Math were my optional subjects and needed to work hard. No mother is in this world like my mother. She never shared her problems with us. I was the loving daughter of my mom. I understood her every difficulty. I wept in her hardship. My ego was with my father. I wanted to show him who I am. I did not do anything against him but I only knew that if I read well then, I did not beg with others and I did not face hardship in my life and in my mother’s old age I could make my mom happy.  So, I left my home for further study.

 

There was no any + 12 in Madi. Therefore, I shifted to Narayangurd, Chitwan carrying 2 pathi rice on my head. I walked for 8 hours because there was a lack of transportation service. The next morning, I went to Saptagandaki Campus, Bharatpur for admission. I had Rs 2000 but 4000 had to be paid for admission. I requested the account to pay the rest of the money later. He did not pay attention to the poor words of a poor person. I was also not there without any aim. My poverty, my mother’s miserable condition, and my father’s torture made me tackle each burden of my life. Therefore, I waited there for a long time to wait to talk with an accountant and solved my problem to pay the fee later.

I lived in a rented house where my fupu and vinaju also lived. My aim was to be a nurse. I needed to go to Birgunj for the nursing entrance exam. My mother did not provide me transportation expenses so I could not be a nurse. When I was in ten class, my guru suggested I took English in +12 and then you will be a tutor if I won’t get a job. So did I. I was a student of education faculty taking a major in English and Nepali. From that intermediate level, I understood what is actually study means. I thought how poor I am in English. I started studying English in class 4. It was really difficult to be well at English. I had a friend who was talented in English because she was a product of boarding school product. when she spoke in English with the teacher, my keen interest was also to speak in the same language but I could not speak fluently. Even in dreams, I spoke in English. When I woke up, I practiced speaking in English.

 

I searched for work to collect money to pay fees, took English language classes, and took tuition classes for English. I should have paid Rs. 2000 for rent room. The intermediate course was for two years. When I had taken the exam in my second year, I began to take home tuition for two children of two and three classes. I was not so well student so I must prepare before facilitating them. Gradually, I became a teacher at a boarding school, named Little Star Boarding school, Krishnapur, Bharatpur. I was a grade teacher in a nursery class. It was a great opportunity to learn English in nursery class. I took it as my practical education. There were some teachers who almost all the time spoke in English. I listened to them so carefully that I also could be like them. My eagerness crawled me slowly to be socialization and grab a learning opportunity. With the passage of time, one fellow teacher who was a senior asked me to take the English language class in his institute named Cambridge Language Institute, Bharatpur. He was an owner of that institute. I accepted it because I saw each step was my opportunity to complete my aim. There were other friends who always had snacks together. A teacher who asked me to work together in the institute was fluent in the English language. He took our tuition class of B.Ed. I taught grammar to class ten students. I was an innocent girl, who came from a village. I was a young and smart lady 5.5” feet tall. He always asked me and suggested I do this and not to do that. He was a father of two children. I knew that he had a beautiful wife who was so familiar with me too. After a long time, our friendship ended due to the case of money. He took the money but he did not return me.

 

 

My mother was alone, struggling for her children’s education at home. My elder sister was married to an old man with three children due to my father’s order. My brother and I were in Bharatpur for further study.

My elder sister was surviving hardly due to the madness of my sister-in-law (Vinaju).  Actually, he might have been suffering from mental illness. Everybody hid that matter before marriage.  Later, my sister got too much torture. She was slapped, dragged caught her hair, pressed on her mouth using the pillow, and so on. Fortunately, I reached her home to visit her in Nawalparasi, Parasi Bazzar, and knew all about it. I returned and told everything to my brother. Therefore, she was taken to us for not returning again. We searched and got the next unmarried man for her to marry. Now, she had three sons, living happily.

During my intermediate, I was feeling so unlucky in most of the events due to the lack of educational materials that I needed. I felt lonely too though I had my mother at home.  I wept remembering and thinking that my mother might have been getting domestic violence from my father. On the other hand, my brother got married but he was also distracted from his own problem with sister in law( bhauju). His love marriage also made them separate. Both brother and sister-in-law started living separately. That was my great tension only thinking that how my mother bears all these things. Later, they united themselves. My brother started working in a plastics factory. Gradually, he opened his own shop of plastic-made materials and now become a great and good businessman in Narayanguard and owned much land with three building houses. My mother is quite happy spending her old age now. “Tuhura ko din aauchha vanthe ho rahechha.

My mother’s happy face makes me happy from my core heart. She is the God for us three children.

my struggle life impressed someone too and asked me to get married but my intention was not to do farming since I was fed with farming. I rejected that because his house was in Lamjung. I heard the name Kathmandu, the capital city of Nepal. I knew that it is a developed place. I wanted to see that city and work any kind of work in Kathmandu. My luck dragged me to my wish and got married to a person who lived in Kathmandu. I thought if I got married, I would be with my parents. My father-in-law, mother-in-law, and husband will be my parents. I will not get burdens as my mother was facing. It also will be the happiest message to my mother and brother. I was teaching in Little Star Boarding school when I got married but my husband was in Kathmandu. I did not like to leave the job without getting the next job in Kathmandu. So, after a year I got a teaching job in Valley Public School so I came to Kathmandu. It was the summer season. Chitwan was the hottest place in summer. I felt so lucky when I entered my husband’s uncle's home where my husband lived. I was told that my husband’s uncle did not have a daughter so my husband is his son. He will be living there forever. Conversely, my struggle again started from that house. I was pregnant. I did not have freedom for everything inside the house. I was unemployed. How much money was earned by my father was unknown to me? I was admitted to Gramin Ardarsha Multiple Campus, Machhapokhari, Kathmandu for a bachelor's in education. In the morning I reached campus vomiting in the travel for half-hour. I should have faced the same condition while returning home from campus. I lived in Kathmandu for one and a half years. I faced many ups and down situations. I could not have time to read so I wanted to go to Chitwan. My husband ignored my matter. I wept and cried with him. He went out of home saying ‘I will send a taxi’. But he did not do and he came home late at night. I forcefully went to Chitwan and read my bachelor's second year. I called my mother saying to leave that miserable life and come to Bharatpur. She came to care for my son. She fully helped me so that I passed two years of subjects (First and Second Years) in the second year. In my third year, again, I transferred from Balkumari College, Narayangurd to Kathmandu Shikshya Campus because of bitter real events.

 My fortune occurred during this time as I got a job in Bansbari Secondary School winning 12 other applicants. I was quite happy to be a community school teacher though I was hired in a private quota. It was tough for me to teach English in the city because I was a product of a government school though I was the first among 12 candidates. I prepared a lot at home with teaching materials so that my class was effective. I was a favorite teacher among 25 teachers at that time. still, some of the students remember me and send messages mentioning you make us confident to speak the English Language well. they gave me presents. These two are just kept here as a sample. The first one was made by my student herself. Such gifts were/ are my precious property. I have kept them safe.

 

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When I was a student, I could not get a chance to read well. I could have neither a well-equipped school nor an English medium school. There was not any class for child friendly. We felt fear to speak with teachers. They did not say the way for the future. Because of these all things, I think my students don’t have to face such conditions that I faced. Hence, still, I am trying my best.

 

Again, I turned to my study because I knew that without study neither I can teach well nor I can earn money to survive in Kathmandu. It took half an hour by bus from school to campus. It was night. I had a small breastfeeding son living with my husband’s aunt (she is my aunt too). Uncle was in his service as a captain in Nepal Army. Even, in tiffin time I rushed home to feed my son. One day, I had seen him with a wet photo (wollen vest) when I came home to feed him. I could not tolerate it due to his sickness and sent him to Chitwan with my own mother-in-law. From that day to his return day, my eyes were not dry. I could not live with my uncle’s family because of verbal violence.

We (my husband and me) shifted to rent a room. My husband worked in a travel agency. He had a habit of drinking and smoking too. It was my headache business to smell both things. Both of them were injured in health. Late arrival at night with drunk and verbal abuse and male domination environment reduced my weight from 80 kg to 56 kg. I could not speak either with my husband or with relatives. Only, I became sad being sad. Almost all the time my face did not seem happy. A gloomy face does not make happy to students. when I came home at night, problems occurred at night. My husband started crying I was also from the same route but I could not see you. From where and how you came here. He scolded saying nonsense things. At night, he drank and scolded me and sometimes slapped me. If any male came to my rent room, he blamed me for adding my name to that person. I felt fear to speak with males. Therefore, I jot down all events in a diary. Still, I have that diary.

           After Married                                                                      Before Married  

I took back my son for his study. He was admitted to Nursery. His father moved to UAE. He stayed there for a job for three years. I was alone facing terrible situations day to day life. I was bold and faced uncountable obstacles in the early stages of my life. Therefore, I saved the life of my stepmother’s youngest daughter from her husband’s domestic violence and blamed her unethically. But, it was an/a ego/jealousy for Josip. Later, after some years when I was alone with my small son, he knew it and he started giving me threats. I reported it to a police station to save my life. They helped me and settled the problems. On the other hand, after three years, my husband returned from UAE. He bought land and later then he bought a beautiful house. He started working as a manager in a travel agency. After a year, he went casino and he lost all land and home. We reached in the previous condition, means came back to rent a room. Till now, we are in rent room.

It was not easy with a small son and household work and office but also, I did and made my students feel proud to be a student of Bansbari Secondary School. In this condition too, I never left my duty at school. I made flashcards for word meanings. I made lesson plans. I used to help the headteacher and school staff too. But also, I never knew about the administration. There was a headteacher’s room where we were not allowed to sit. Only, a few teachers are allowed to be there. I spent 7 years in private quota. When there were many teachers who were permanent and earned money that taught me to study further and be a permanent teacher.

My home is my school. My property is my students. My son is my valuable gift from God. My husband is a guardian who has understood all these events so he worked hard regularly. He was in the seventh semester in Forestry Science’, Hetauda. This is a photo of my son and my whole family.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At first, I was at lower secondary level at private quota. After 17 years, vacancy was opened from Teacher Service Commission. I passed TSC exam for lower secondary level in 2071. In 2075, I passed exam of TSC and became a secondary level permanent teacher. I have been teaching English from the beginning level. I try my best to make my students strong in English language. Recently, I am a vice-Principal of Bansbari Secondary school where I worked more than 20 years. I have not been given this responsibility without judging my work. This responsibility is not easy to complete in this male dominated society. Even if, I am trying my best to make my school is one of the best schools with the help of team/ staff of school. This is a link of my school Facebook page.https://www.facebook.com/Bansbari-Secondary-School-101064079061301/?ref=pages_you_manage . Each moment of my life can be read and sean in my own Facebook id and school Facebook id. My Facebook id is https://www.facebook.com/narayanipathak/

I am also a student of M.Phil. now. To develop my professionalism, I am continuously doing action research, taking part in different works shops, trainings, conferences.

In conclusion, I am a teacher who was victim to learn English language due to different affecting factors such as economic condition, family background, home environment, Nepali medium school, lack of child-friendly school, not equipped school, no use of ICT, etc. My aim helped me to develop my English Language even in my dreams too. I was strong/ good at math but my aim was to be a good facilitator in English. Now, it becomes true. It proves that “where is a will there is a way”.  On the other hand, my ego was with my father who treated us as animals who don’t respond to anything though he/she punished hundred times injustice way. I wanted to show him who I was and who I am now. I am a daughter of a cruel farmer father whom I want to thank because he had given me a birth but not karma.

The End

 

 

 

a) you are writing about your own narrative (3000-5000 words). While writing your narrative, you should consider the identity/voice, affect, and context of your narrative. Think about what's meaningful and striking in your own story. Always keep in mind what your story means to your own subject (Nepali education, health education, English education, teacher professional development, educational leadership, social studies, etc.). But you do not have to interpret the narrative--just write the narrative.  You can be as creative as possible---you can use poems, songs, photos to best communicate your feelings, emotions, voices, and context of the narrative. If you have English language issues, you can mix some Nepali in your narratives to make your narrative natural and deep.

b) Give a title to your story and write your name and major at the top. The deadline is February 15.

 

My Life and Pride to be a teacher

Thank you, mom, you had given me birth in such a remote place called Madi, Chitwan which is naturally beautiful, surrounded by forests and rivers though my mom had already two children and had been facing innumerable difficulties and domestic violence from my father. You did not know it has a meaning where I was born, it has meaning how I was brought up, it has meaning where I studied and how it affects later life which is a base of my life because you were also illiterate.  I was the third child of my mother and the fifth child of my father. I usually said to my mother, why did not you throw me in a bamboo field in my childhood since you had already two elder children. This was a bitter word to my mom but to me, there was the anger about not getting adequate educational materials for study and sufficient time to prepare assignments. I should salute my mother who was a poor farmer who brought up and educated three children without getting any help from my father.

When I was in three-class, my math teacher asked me for tables of 2 to 10 but I made mistake and he slapped me more than five times on both cheeks turn by turn. There was one female teacher who came into the class and sat at the desk and started teaching but I never remembered what she taught us, only I recalled she sat on the desk.

We could not reach school when there was heavy rainfall as we crossed two streams. I was flooded two times but luckily, I was saved. I was a person who could not die though I fell in the well which was deep and full of water in the rainy season.

When I changed school from lower secondary school to high school, I started knowing about the importance of education and tried my best but also, I could not do well. I always took the example of well-educated people, their daily life, and their lifestyle. One day I saw a young lady with a ball pen hanging in her hand and creating sound from its lead. I was watching her thinking ‘can I be like her?’

Till class ten I was in Madi. Then for my further study, I admitted in Saptagandaki Multiple Campus, Bharatpur, Chitwan. It was 20 kilometers far from my house. There were no any facilities of transportation. Therefore, I carried two pathi rice and flour of mixed fried grains on my head in each time when I returned campus from home. I lived in rent room. I had a good friend who spoke English fluently. I was impressed with her. I also took English as major subject though I was good at mathematics.  I also practiced speaking English, feeling sad if my mother was rich then she could send me in a boarding school where I could learn English well. I was totally fell in love with English. I admitted in a language institute to learn English language. I took six months course. Where is a will, there is a way, I started to speak in English though I was not perfect in it? Even in the dream, I used to speak English. My mother said ‘you spoke at night but what you spoke, I did not understand.’

When I had taken the second-year exam of Intermediate in Education, I started teaching in a boarding school, named Little Star Boarding School, Krishnapur, Bharatpur, Chitwan. I was a grade teacher in the nursery at first. It was taken an opportunity because I should have learned English from the beginning. Though I was a teacher, it was my golden chance to start learning English in Nursery because I missed this English environment school in students’ life.

I was not well speller and well pronouncer. I took books at home and read many times when I felt uneasy. Books were fully pictured with their names. So, it was easy to know the meanings. I was not a good writer four lines of copy meant English copy where I should know how many lines should have been touched while writing each alphabet in English. I touched three lines but it was wrong. One of the parents came to visit the principal to complain about it. The principal called me and threatened and taught me to write in four lines copy. I scared.

After one and half year of my job carrier, I got married with a young and smart boy who lived in Kathmandu. It was not to be hurry to get married at the age of 20 but I fed up without the love and care of my father and struggle of my mother. I had a hope that married life will get guardianship from my husband and father-in-law because being a farmer there is a great role for males to dig and plow the field. Due to the problems of the Ploughing field which is totally prohibited to females, I did everything on the farm except plowing but also, we faced more problems with making kuniyo of straw after harvesting paddy. Here, in my husband's home which was in Kathmandu, I must have stopped my study because of domestic problems though I was admitted to Gramin Ardarsa Multiple Campus for B.Ed.

My life and my study were interrelated. There were many affecting factors in my study. They were family background, economic condition, mother tongue, anxiety, torture, lack of facilities and counseling services for students, lack of child-friendly environment, lack of co-curricular and extra-curricular activities in school.

In spite of being poor, I tackled innumerable difficult circumstances in my Maiti and home to continue my study. I went to Chitwan and completed my bachelor of the first and second years. Then, I had to return to Kathmandu so I did and was admitted to Kathmandu Multiple Campus.

It was a great opportunity to be a teacher of Government school though it was a private quota. My fortune occurred in this time as I got a job in Bansbari Secondary School winning 12 others applicants. I was quite happy to be a community school teacher though I was hired in private quota. It was tough for me to teach English in city because I was a product of government school. However I was the first among 12 candidates. Therefore, I read teacher’s guide, curriculum and well prepared at home with teaching materials so that my class was effective. Teaching materials that I used to use and use to use were/ are flash cards for teaching word- meaning, note making, preparing lesson plans etc. I used to attend work shops, NELT conference, seminar, training to develop my professionalism. So, I was a favorite teacher among 25 teachers at that time. Still, some the students remember me and send message mentioning you make us confidents to speak in English Language well. In my early grade, I had pain not get-well teaching environment. No teachers made us well understand in English. no teachers used teaching materials. They did not guide us neither about our carrier nor about importance of English language. I did not know about cocurricular and extracurricular activities at school apart from sports. I was going through the methodology, teaching methods, evaluation and pedagogy while studying in intermediate level and I became to know that the way of effective teaching so I followed all student-center techniques so that my students were / are glad and they gave/ have been giving me presents. These two are just kept here as a sample. First one was made by my student herself. Such gifts were/ are my precious property. I have kept them safe.

At school, we have been doing extracurricular and co-curricular activities to enhance their learning achievement. Such as debate competitions, speech competitions, quiz contests, spelling contests, educational tours, picnics, sports, etc.

 

English is foreign language that should be taught in multi-language environment in school. Teaching is a complex job that cannot be facilitated easily. Group work, peer work, role play, demonstration, project work improves students’ English language skills. That can be presented by the following pictures.