“Every classroom is a canvas, and every student a masterpiece in progress.”
Fourteen years ago on a bright October morning, my journey at Delhi Private School, Sharjah, began with a quiet confidence and a heart full of hope.
When I entered Grade 4A for the first time, I was met with a room full of curious faces—understandably so, as I was their new class teacher. Book corrections piled up like mini skyscrapers, and the class was a vibrant mix of abilities and personalities. Inclusivity wasn’t just a concept—it was my daily reality.
However, I learned patience, adaptability, and the art of celebrating small victories. A smile from a shy student or a neatly done assignment felt like winning an Oscar.
Then came the moment I was chosen as Class Representative. I was quite apprehensive of my new responsibility, but my Head Mistress smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Batul—you’ll take to this role like a duck to water.”
Spoiler alert: the duck occasionally panicked but always paddled through!
One unforgettable challenge that year which I would like to share was when I was asked to teach a Bengali Dance to my students for the school annual production.
Now, let me clarify—I have two left feet, and sometimes I can look like a confused flamingo, and now imagine me trying to master graceful hand movements while my students watched with a mix of admiration and mild concern. One even asked, “Ma’am, are you supposed to look like a windmill?” Another sweet soul offered to teach me the steps.
Humbling? Absolutely.
Hilarious? You bet.
We practiced in corridors, classrooms, and the school auditorium. I tripped over my own dupatta more times than I can count, but the laughter we shared became the heartbeat of our rehearsals.
I learnt that courage isn’t about perfection, it sometimes means being the first to look silly, so others feel brave enough to shine.
I was able to teach my students thattheir teacher was human, vulnerable, and willing to learn alongside them.
By the way– “We didn’t just perform a dance—we created a memory.”
And when the curtain rose, the students danced—not flawlessly, but fearlessly. And that, to me, was the real performance.
Fast forward a few years – As Head of Social Studies Department, I dove into curriculum planning, mentoring, and the occasional “Why is history important?” debate. It was overwhelming, yes—but also deeply rewarding. I learned leadership, delegation, and how to turn a syllabus into a story.
Now, as a Supervisor – Grade V, I oversee 450+ students, parents, and teachers. My inbox is a rollercoaster, my calendar a puzzle, and my coffee—always cold. But I’ve learned the power of empathy, clear communication, and staying calm.
“From teacher to torchbearer, every step taught me something new.”
This journey has been a blend of chaos, compassion, and countless lessons. And if I had to do it all over again?
I’d bring a bigger coffee mug!!
Batul Sadikot
Supervisor, Grade V
