This year started pretty much like any other year. I woke up on the 1st Jan, 2020 without any resolutions. Practical, right? But then things escalated quicker than the milk which boils over when you aren’t looking. One day we were all “normal”, making all sorts of plans. And the next day, we were wringing our hands in desperation, reaching out to families and friends, and hoarding groceries like the apocalypse was coming.
No, the threat hasn’t passed yet. In fact, it is far from over. If CDC is to be believed, the worse is yet to come. I am like, what? Here I am, an introvert, wanting to go out and meet people. Here I am, a lazy AF person, wanting to put on a good dress and do my hair. Here I am, a never-exercise person, doing yoga every morning. Here I am, cook-to-survive person, and cooking expansive Indian delicacies everyday. And they are saying the worse is yet to come? What are they expecting? That I will wake up at 5 in the morning, with sooraj ki pehli kiran, don a saree and say, Hey Prabhu, what’s up?
And then there is this whole schooling at home thing. I was pretty confident I was going to nail it. I mean, my daughter is in Kindergarten. They do letters and numbers and addition and reading and what is it that I couldn’t possibly know?! Boy, was I WRONG! The English Kindergarten teacher started revising the phonics, and I was like, I don’t know some of this but it’s fine. We were never taught that. And then, the teacher told the students over a recorded video that no English words end with the letter ‘U’, except “You”. And I was like, really?! When I shared this on Facebook, some of my friends commented with fancy words like “Flu, Impromptu, Menu, Adieu”. And I was like, “Bienvenue, mes amis cul intelligent“. It basically means “Welcome, my smart ass friends” in French and that’s because the above mentioned words have French origins. They are not English words.
The other day I got an email from the Art teacher saying that we were late in submitting our assignment. And I went on a rant to my husband saying, who teaches art during lock down, and even if they want to, why do we need to do an assignment and blah blah. Pretty Indian in my temperament, no? Anyway, so I hauled myself to listen to the “Art lesson” and sat there with my mouth wide open by the time the lesson ended. I did not know there were a million types of lines, and you could do a ‘Project’ about each of them. So I left my pride and scorn behind and sat to watch the second Art lesson some days ago. The teacher discussed a Picasso sculpture. And Abstract Art. With Kindergartners.
I give up, people. I studied for roughly 18 years, only to realize that I cannot teach Kindergarten level English or Art. Is CDC still saying that the worst is yet to come?!
I am definitely coming out of this quarantine a changed person. More respect for my extroverted friends. I feel you, people. And empathy for you during this unprecedented time. More respect for our English teacher, if that’s even possible. But a deference of another level for the Art Teacher.