One of These Days

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It was one of these days when everything ran smoothly and one's left with a sense of satisfaction and inner joy. School went well with students asking me for support and for me that is one of the highlights of being a teacher… it is feeling that I am of use to students... that I can offer some advice and guidance to students and they are well received. It felt good and I was in high spirits.

The night before, I received a call from my cousin, who just got married in Jerusalem. She was in Thailand on her honeymoon and wondered if we could hook up. I checked on the Internet where the hotel she was staying at was and found that it was just too confusing for me… I decided to take a taxi instead of risk taking the Sky Train and going in the wrong direction. I got to the main road and asked two taxi drivers if they could take me to my desired destination. Both of them refused pointing to their watches and the gridlocked traffic ahead of them.

Realizing that it would take me hours to get to the hotel, I decided to call them and ask for a different route. The person at the reception recommended I took the sky train and so I made my way to Asok fearing the acid-man attacker. You see, that day, teachers at school received news of three cases at a hospital having had their face sprayed with acid at the Asok train station and that was exactly where I was heading.

Anyway, nothing happened of course and I got on the train to begin the first part of my trip. I had to change two trains before I had to make a decision of either taking a taxi to the hotel or jump on a river boat for the last leg of my journey. I decided with the later as it would provide more excitement and a better view. As I was waiting for the boat, I saw other boats with huge signs on them indicating which hotel they were for. After around 15 minutes a boat docked at our little metal pier but the hotel sign on it was so small that we could have missed it. I ran back to warn the unaware people waiting at the upper deck. The wooden boat was beautiful and had a roof that looked like the roof of a house with brown tiles. Despite the murky color of the waters it did not by any means cloud the beautiful man-made vista that surrounded me.

I disembarked at the hotel’s small pier and made my way inside towards the reception. On the way I realized that this was the same hotel where I had the interview which paved the way for me to have the job at my current school. Memories flooded my mind and I found myself going through the 3- day job fair event that took place there in January when the ring tone of my mobile phone brought me back to the present.

I answered the phone and it was my cousin asking me if I was still making it to the hotel that day. At the same time, I was walking towards the reception and saw her standing there with her back to me. I decided to continue talking to and walking towards her. I stood beside her resting my arm on the reception desk.  After a few seconds she turned around and was startled to find me right there. It was a warm reunion with loads of hugging and laughing.

It was a good night … a good day. I do not usually have good days from start to finish but I am finding that those kinds of days help me appreciate them even more because they are rare.

Do you always have these kinds of days or do they rarely occur?