{"id":88752,"date":"2021-06-26T10:27:08","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:27:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88752"},"modified":"2021-06-26T10:27:08","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:27:08","slug":"no-2-inching-into-class-a-strategy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/no-2-inching-into-class-a-strategy\/","title":{"rendered":"No.2 &#8211; Inching into Class \u2013 a strategy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>No.2 &#8211; Inching into Class \u2013 a strategy<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>By Nandhini G. Natarajan<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>No one frightened me<\/p>\n<p>as my first standard teacher,<\/p>\n<p>a nun.<\/p>\n<p>Short and rotund,<\/p>\n<p>with a cane<\/p>\n<p>taller than she.<\/p>\n<p>She never hit us but,<\/p>\n<p>when mad, she\u2019d strike the ground.<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019d fly off the floor<\/p>\n<p>with each strike.<\/p>\n<p>While we watched,<\/p>\n<p>with amazed terror.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She hated latecomers.<\/p>\n<p>I was always late.<\/p>\n<p>My grandfather never hurried<\/p>\n<p>ignored my frantic pleas.<\/p>\n<p>He and my teacher<\/p>\n<p>were old friends.<\/p>\n<p>Still I was punished.<\/p>\n<p>To stand by the door for<\/p>\n<p>the whole period.<\/p>\n<p>My shame witnessed<\/p>\n<p>by everyone.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But I had a strategy,<\/p>\n<p>a secret one.<\/p>\n<p>Every now and then<\/p>\n<p>When the teacher<\/p>\n<p>wasn\u2019t watching,<\/p>\n<p>I would shuffle my feet<\/p>\n<p>a few inches into<\/p>\n<p>the room.<\/p>\n<p>By the time the bell rang,<\/p>\n<p>I was sitting<\/p>\n<p>at my seat<\/p>\n<p>like I was always there.<\/p>\n<p>The teacher never noticed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Or so I thought.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No.2 &#8211; Inching into Class \u2013 a strategy By Nandhini G. Natarajan \u00a0 No one frightened me as my first standard teacher, a nun. Short and rotund, with a cane taller than she. She never hit us but, when mad, she\u2019d strike the ground. She\u2019d&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88752","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88752"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88752\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88759,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88752\/revisions\/88759"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}