Vipanchika

Yes, it's been end of an 'era'. The first  session of practice teaching is done and dusted. All the pending works are done. The feedback forms are signed. The photo session with the School authority is over. All the formal thanksgiving rituals are made. Only the love remains. And some memories. Does your heart ache? A drowsy numbness pains your senses? Well, leave it. It's quite natural when you leave behind something that is so dear to you!  We didn't know that we were this much loved by our students; that we were this much attached to the institution; that our routines have merged so indissolubly to the school's schedule! Adieu St. Mary's... We wish to come back.

"എന്റെ ഭാഷ എന്റെ വീടാണ് എന്റെ ആകാശമാണ് ഞാൻ കാണുന്ന നക്ഷത്രമാണ് എന്നെ തഴുകുന്ന കാറ്റാണ് എന്റെ ദാഹം ശമിപ്പിക്കുന്ന കുളിർവെള്ളമാണ് എന്റെ അമ്മയുടെ തലോടലും ശാസനയുമാണ് എന്റെ ഭാഷ ഞാൻ തന്നെയാണ് ഏതു നാട്ടിലെത്തിയാലും ഞാൻ സ്വപ്നം കാണുന്നത് എന്റെ ഭാഷയിലാണ് എന്റെ ഭാഷ ഞാൻ തന്നെയാണ്." #മാതൃഭാഷാദിനം

Yes, we have almost reached the final stage of our INTENSE teaching practice. There is only one more week left. We have conducted the Achievement Tests, and thank God, the students fared well in the exam, majority of them scoring above average marks. Their marks indicate that the 'newly - arrived' trainees have proved their mettle as good teachers. Now, the diagnostic tests are pending, along with the remedial teaching. Oh, the sleepless nights are not over!

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Let not the world know the love we have for each other! For, if they know, would say That to love someone for nothing is strange; To fix someone as your favourite is folly; To merge in someone's memory is madness; To tune someone's time is tough; To share someone's shadow is shame;  To adore someone's attributes is absurd; To value someone's worth is vain.  Why, love itself is lame.  Let not the world know the love we have for each other! Come, Staying in the safety of our souls, Brooding upon the bit of our dreams, Listening to the myriad melodies of our mind, Relishing the fabulous flavours of fancies, Let's chronicle the untold tales of love.  Not to teach the world anything, But to live love, to love life. Valentine's Day wishes guys... ( Yes, it's late, I know. But it's better than never, right?)

Well, this week ended in a spectacular way with the 'Theosa', a get together ceremony of the previous batches of our college . Everything about the programme was excellent, whether it be the decoration,  the preparation, the coordination, and the management. And of course, the food - it was really delicious. The previous Theophilites recollected their unforgettable experiences, showcased their brimming happiness and expressed their sincere gratitude. The day was eventful, elegent and everlasting. 

Our initial discomfort with the new surrounding and working arena seems to weaken with the passage of time. We began to develop a kind of liking towards the school atmosphere, its teachers and the ever active students. The urge to return to Theophilus no longer trouble us since we have become a part of the institution we are put in. We made friendship with other trainees and even felt very bad when they left the college after completing their term. Our professors continue to visit us as part of their second or third observation and hence left no chance for missing them. Many curriculum requirements are to be met with in no time, for only two weeks are  left with us. Yes, there's much to do before we step out of the school.