I
developed a genuine dislike for History subject when I was in 8th
grade. It made me fall asleep. Then it made me feel horrible about myself for not
having any interest about those great warriors who sacrificed too much for building
our nation. I had nothing against my subject teacher because the subject itself
was boring. But now I understand that look on his face, “ahh such a pity child.
Might be dealing with a tough home situation or possibly poor nutrition.” It
might have been painful for him to deal with someone who sleeps the entire
class and scores terrible grades. You could probably fathom out the feeling if
you’re a teacher.
I
might be exaggerating a little but this was what happened. History was taught
by school Principal, who was always buried in a blanket of responsibility. He would
be gone most of the time with official works and couldn’t keep up with the
scheduled syllabus. Then it would lead
to countless weekend classes just before the exam. He would merge 3
classes together out on basketball court on a chilly Sunday mornings and would
read out the History textbook. There was no charm in freezing your butt off
from the concrete floor underneath while listening to some boring lecture. Since
then I lost track of my passion for history and I couldn’t recover from it. My
relationship with History almost came to nonexistence by the time I finished
Junior High. It became a subject that I memorized just for exam and not enjoy at
all.
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