Tso Pema (courtesy of Angus Moore)
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WRITES NOTHING AUTHENTIC OR EDUCATIVE, IT IS RATHER A CATHARSIS OF PERSONAL THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS.
On 31st, we had our admission, which included submitting our original
academic transcripts, migration certificate, hotel fee, tuition fee,
laundry fee, and admitting into UMS (university management system). From
1st to 3rd August, we were given free time to explore the campus and
nearby city. The freshmen induction course started from 4th to 6th
August, which aimed to familiarize new students with the university's
rules and regulations. I, a teacher in Bhutan, became a student in India
commencing from 7th August. I struggled to get into the
classroom situation and had to fight to concentrate on lectures. I often
found myself lost in thoughts of my past school life in the 1990s,
sitting back on the chair and scribbling notes from the chalkboard.
Despite the difficulties, I believed that learning is a lifelong process
that doesn't stop until our last breath.
In 2004, I received the results of my ISC exam, and although I did not qualify for higher studies, I decided to join the teaching profession. I duly filled out the necessary forms and applied to the Royal Civil Service Commission (RCSC). However, science students were prioritized and shortlisted first, and I was ranked 39th position. After the selection interview, we were called for a two-week orientation or induction course, during which we were familiarized with teaching skills and tactics in the auditorium of Motithang School.
On the last day of the orientation, we were given placement, and I was placed at Wangdi Phodrang. The Dzongkhag Education Officer then placed me at Uma Community Primary School as an apprentice teacher. The school was situated at a distance of 25 kilometers on the road from the dzongkhag, and it took three hours on foot from Baychu to reach it. I spent nine months teaching there and came to realize that teaching was not an easy job.
During my time there, I was fortunate enough to have two adopted sisters who were kind and generous to me. I attended their Choku twice.
In July 2006, we were sent to different schools for teaching practice for six months. I was placed in Khuruthang Middle Secondary School in Punakha, where I stayed with my uncle and aunt at NRTI Lobesa. The school was ten kilometers away, and there were few groups of students studying at Khuruthang MSS, Punakha HSS, and Ugyen Academic who also stayed at NRTI. We had to pay Nu. 700/- per month for a private bus that transported us up and down, but we often had to take taxis that charged Nu. 25/- for one way due to the irregularity of the contract bus. I taught there for almost six months and sensed the real nature of teaching career.
My associate teacher, Madam Tshering Lhadon, was strict and always wanted to observe my teaching, which was challenging. However, another Dzongkha associate teacher, Tashi Phuntsho, was kind and helped me a lot. The principal, Lhaki Wangmo, was authoritarian, but I enjoyed spending time with the male teachers, playing football against Punakha HSS staff and Ugyen Academic staff. We would bet on dinner, and although we often lost, the regular teachers kindly bore the cost of my share as well. We also won a game of khuru against the Academic staff. I was given a farewell on December 15th and left on the 18th.
On 7th February 2008, I attended an orientation and placement session at the Zhemgang Dzongkhag Education office. Upon checking the list, I discovered that I was placed in Kaktong CPS, which was a remote school. I pleaded with the DEO to change my placement, but he initially refused. After several attempts, I was finally granted a placement at Budashi CPS, which was much closer compared to my previous options.
After the placement, we were required to write an application to Dasho Dzongdag requesting advance salary for settlement. Fortunately, Dasho approved our request and granted us Nu. 5000/-. Additionally, my uncle, Ugyen Thinley, gave me Nu. 10000/-, which I used for shopping in Gelephu. Unfortunately, for the next four months, I had to endure a difficult life without any salary.
In 2012, I befriended Karma Lhazin, a girl who was often seen crying and seemed to be going through a lot of emotional pain. I felt empathy towards her and tried to comfort her with my moral support and sympathy. I noticed that she was sensitive and would get hurt easily over small issues. She had been suffering from chronic tonsillitis since she was very young, and doctors had advised her to undergo surgery. However, she was too timid to go through with it and would often suffer from pain. Her parents did not seem to understand her condition. She was fed up and no longer likes to mention her sickness unless it is a serious condition. Her situation is painful and pitiful for anyone who knows about it. She seems to be a love-inflicted girl who can't forget her previous boyfriend, Ugyen. She still holds onto many of his photos and dialogues recorded on her cell phone, and her love for him was intense.
From August 4th, the induction course for fresher students commenced, during which we were briefed on the Lovely Professional University Management system, hostel rules, and curriculum procedures. On August 5th, cultural affairs staged beautiful cultural items for us.
On August 6th, we had a university campus tour in the morning and a Jalandhar City tour in the evening. From August 7th, our classes begun in full swing. Once again, I was taken back to my school life but with a different mindset. Being a student at an older age was tough, and I had a difficult time coping up with the classroom settings. Nonetheless, I had to adapt to the conditions that the university aspired.
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In July 2014, I was assigned as a science teacher at Drukjegang Higher Secondary School right after the completion of studies. The school is located 50 kilometers south of Tsirang town in Bhutan. It is situated on a table land surrounded by beautiful villages, had classes from VII to XII. During my tenure of five and a half years, I worked diligently to enhance academic excellence, promote games and sports and cultural activities, including mask dances. In 2017, the school was upgraded to a Central school and merged with nearby Pangna Primary School, making it the largest school in the area, spanning from PP to XII.

In the month of February during my school days, I was a newcomer to the school atmosphere and the families of Damphu Lower Secondary School. Despite being new, I was confident in my abilities and had already excelled in various fields such as dancing, singing, games and sports, and academics.As time went by, I started receiving letters from my classmates and other students. However, I paid no attention to them and focused on my studies and extracurricular activities. The year 2007 ended on a sweet note, and the new academic session began, which turned out to be the year of romance as well.
The hustle and bustle of school life consumed the year 2008 in a hurry. However, despite the busy schedule, I continued to participate in various activities and excel in academics. The year ended quickly, and I looked back at my achievements with pride and satisfaction.
After school, I tried to run away, but Ugyen was waiting for me on the way home. My sister was with me, and he joined us. When we reached the bifurcation of our paths, he held my hand and asked if I loved him. He said he would leave school and become a hooligan if I didn't love him. I looked at my sister for advice, and she told me to say yes. I nodded my head, and the next day, he wrote me a letter expressing his pleasure and promising to attend school regularly. We became friends and shared our personal thoughts and feelings.
We promised each other to do our best in the upcoming mid-term exams, and after the exams, we parted ways for summer vacation. Ugyen went to his village, and I went to mine. We cried a lot while departing, but we hoped to see each other soon.

After a short mid-term break, school resumed as usual and we became close. He told me that he couldn't live without me by his side and started kissing me. Time passed quickly, and soon it was almost the end of September, which meant it was time for the annual school concert. As a scout leader, I had to sell tickets to the public.
At the beginning of the show, many friends were there, but after it ended, they all went away with their own boyfriends. I was left alone with nobody to accompany me home. Then, he appeared out of nowhere and offered to accompany me. I accepted, and we set off.
When we reached the forest, he asked me to rest for a while. We did, but then he started kissing and touching my breast. I didn't want to entertain him, so we continued our journey. But when we reached the middle of a thick jungle, he asked me to rest again and started kissing and molesting me.
He asked me for sex, but I refused. He became angry and pretended to leave. I begged him to accompany me home, but he refused. It was dark, and I didn't dare to go home alone. He held me tightly and kissed me for a long time. When he asked me for sex again, I refused, but he pinned me down on the ground. He kissed me and didn't allow me to shout. I tried to escape, but I couldn't move. I was completely exhausted, and tears rolled down my face without stopping. I was almost like a death drenched in my own blood.
That night was the saddest and most unforgettable night of my life. I try to forget it, but it clings to my mind and doesn't let me go. He didn't bring me home until 5 AM the next morning. I took a bath and remained sick at home for three days. I didn't look at his face or talk to him for a month. Later, he came with a sorry card.
The academic session of 2010 was a significant turning point for us as
we entered class ten. The days went by with a range of emotions such as
happiness, sadness, frustration, tears, and loneliness. Finally, in
December, we sat for the Bhutan Common Secondary Examination, and soon
after, the school closed for winter holidays. We departed with heavy
hearts, tears in our eyes, and exchanged gifts as a token of love. The
next day, he accompanied me up to Khorsaney stream before heading back
to his village for the winter break. Despite the distance between us, we
kept in touch and called each other to alleviate the longing for each
other's company, as the saying goes, "distance makes the heart grow
fonder."
Although he went away and is no longer in my sight, I hold him close
within my heart, keeping him hidden from the world. I had once told him
not to shed any tears, as all I needed from him was his love and his
smile. After all, we are all made of flesh and bone, and it is those we
love and admire who reside within our hearts. We long to be close to our
beloved ones, to lay our arms under their warm embrace. Unfortunately,
he took all those hopes and dreams with him when he left.