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Unpredictable Wonders.....

If I could wish for something right now, I would wish to be in school. No, not my childhood days school, but the school I used to work in earlier with special children. Today is the school annual day and I am here, wondering how they are doing. Before I got married I made a pact with myself that I would not miss the annual day, no matter where I was or what I was doing. It's not even a year and I already broke that pact.... I feel like a traitor. It's not like the programs are awesome or the plays perfect, its just that after months and months of practice, you see them performing on stage and you know that this is as far as you could go. Even a year of practice won't be able to make much of a difference. But what makes it all worthwhile, is the unpredictable stuff that these kids come out with. It's all so funny... and that's what we remember in the years to come.

Right now they must be in the midst of chaos and still loving it all. I was there last annual day... and it was exhilarating. Just making the whole thing work while maintaining your sanity at the same time.... there's nothing like that. I mean the kids love to perform and stuff, but they don't understand the whole stage thing. For instance, there was this peacock dance we had, so we get the kid all ready in her peacock colour green (one piece) suit and the head gear and the magnificent tail is all attachedand she is all ready for her dance which starts in a few minutes... and we are waiting to position her on stage, when she turns and says I want to go to the bathroom. You should have seen the look on all of our faces.... Then once an autistic boy just jumped off the stage and walked away during his show... stuff like that happens all the time.

I gotta wait till at least 9pm to call them up (the school) and find out how it went....

Comments

Zak said…
u nasty traitor ! how could you do such a thing ! and special kids look funny to you is it :-O ... thats so rude
Jude said…
kudos, karen. keep up the good work.
Zak said…
he didn read your post :p
Karen Xavier said…
Pushpak, I think its better if you stick to pigeon's milk...
And JB, that's the point, I wasn't there... I didn't do anything.
Icychips said…
I AM DEEPLY OFFENDED... U GOT MY SITE WRONG!!!!!
green n blue, these shades esp dont blend...try purple!!
Zak said…
check ur html code ! somethings wrong ! im able to access ur bank account now !
test said…
I'm sure they missed you
Anonymous said…
God Bless You! and He definitely will.
Cos working with children like these requires the "patience of a saint"
I cant wait to have a real saint in the family men. so kavi please go do something saintly and become like a holy mortal ya.
Karen Xavier said…
ryan, bro... you already have a Mahatma in the family. What more do you need?

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