Being Mrs. Kubra

Life of a teacher: a play of one scene

11.30 p.m. Teacher: I've finally finished marking. I'm going to bed okay? Spouse: Okay love you. Teacher: Love you too. 1.30 a.m. Teacher: Your homework is there. Spouse: (from behind the closed door) Hey are you awake? Teacher: Yes...I'm finishing my work. I'm finishing this. Spouse: Didn't you finish your work ages ago? Teacher: No… Continue reading Life of a teacher: a play of one scene

Being Mrs. Kubra

A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

See, ever since I could talk and read and write, I wanted to be a teacher. Everything I did revolved around teaching, and from what little my parents recall about me, I was a bilingual, fluent chatterbox with an overflowing imagination. What better way to channel it all than to teach? My cousins still remember… Continue reading A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

Being Mrs. Kubra

My first ‘first’ week at school

I'm gearing up for the first week of school except I've already had my first week at school. Confusing? Yep, I know. The school holidays work differently here because term times revolve around Islamic festivals - alhamdullilah! All staff resumed work with a staggered start: first the senior leadership team, then new starters, and finally… Continue reading My first ‘first’ week at school