It was a Sunday after noon, the family was together - kind of together. ‘Well-educated’ couples from different countries were discussing the best methods of studying and assessment over card game. Continue Reading...
Playing with this particular sand can be categorized under sensory play and Innovative way of learning. Sensory play is any kind of activity or play that helps create stimulus in our senses. This accelerates perceptive power of the whole nervous system. It better activates all the five senses of smell, touch, taste, hearing and sight. Continue Reading...
Holding on tightly to my 4-year-old daughter, I waited in the queue. I was nervous, very nervous. One after another the patients were going into the doctor’s cabin. I was going closer to the cabin too. My last visit – it all came back to me. Continue Reading...
Wiping of the sweat beads from my forehead I was eagerly waiting for my bus to start again. I was travelling to Barabanki– a small town in Uttar Pradesh, India. It was only some few kilometers away when the driver pulled off for a break. Pretty annoying but something had just caught my attention. Continue Reading...
I felt something on my shoulders and shook it off with a jerk. It was a dead leaf that had just entered from the window of my biology class. Incidentally, my teacher was teaching the features of leaves. Continue Reading...
Our tickets to prestigious universities are often cold-coloured, dotted with vague judge mental numbers and the dreaded stamp of Pass or fail — I am talking of results. Continue Reading...
She was panting hard! Even though seated at the last bench her breathing volume was loud enough to grab the teacher's attention. Finishing with the day's attendance the teacher began with the lessons. Continue Reading...
Today when I look back I feel Only if had my teacher said that I could I would have says Sammy
Sammy name changed was an average student of a missionary school. When she was promoted to class 6 she got a science teacher who was very strict. She was known for scolding and even beating them if they made mistakes. Continue Reading...
Walking down the green lanes of Coimbatore, I reached Yellow Train School. It is a school cozily placed amidst the farms. I was there to witness the fruit-cutting lesson of the kindergarten children. All around the school building were trees loaded with fruits and vegetables. These were the school's own gardens. Every seed of all the plants of the garden were sown by the children of the school. Gardening was a part of their curriculum. Continue Reading...