The night was still young and the inclement weather had just subsided.I could clearly hear the rattling of the windows caused by the heavy rainfall and wind an hour earlier.The touch of the cold and fresh air marvelously soothed my exhausted physique and mind.
I just ended reading one of my novel collections written by the master storyteller himself,Sidney Sheldon.Three consecutive afternoons were actually spent in reading the narrative.
I accustomed my after class schedule to get through it so I could turn back to doing what I enjoyed most,writing.Well,blogging,to be more unambiguous.A couple of weeks had passed and still couldn’t ponder of any substantial subjects to envisage on.
It was roughly 8 o’clock,two more hours before my hindmost touched the bed,still couldn’t think of anything to pen.Well,honestly speaking,I was in pensive mood for quite sometime.Preoccupied of random things,even stuffs which were trivial and unthinkable.
In that very moment,the image of my so-called advisory students flashed in my mind trying to dominate my other unfinished discerning.Why they were so stubborn and hard headed?These were few queries that troubled me when I held them in my thoughts.From our first day up to this very day,still,nothing changed.They were still in their usual selves.It seemed that all of those advices and admonishments didn’t work at all.
Like,I was constantly reminding them to clean up,arrange the books in the shelves,organize the chairs and engage in worthwhile activities. I just wondered if something was sinking in them.I only hoped.In contrary,I also observed few students who were consistent on being diligent,well-ordered,and compliant.They were commendable and worth bragging.I just prayed that they would influence their fellows in such ways.
Nevertheless,they were all my chidren and I loved them.Godly gift-this was what they meant to me.Lord Almighty truly blessed me with these youngsters who made me grimace more often yet unbridled my sweetest chuckle.