Revelations of a new Bengali teacher

i was never really good in bengali. in spite of it being my mother tongue i was always a bit of a doufus in it...actually a lot doufus. so when i finally left bengali in class XII i was a truly happy woman. in college i barely passed through my compulsory bengali exams. i actually used to keep my frend near me in order that she may translate english words to bengali during my exams.
it is always a great feeling to earn ur own money. so once i hit college age, i also fell victim to this urge and took up the most common form of earning ,that is, through tuitions. i took up a girl of middle school and started teaching her english and science, my strongest subjects ,with a lot of gusto.
but as with all events of human life, good times never last long. my happy times of earning good dough soon came to a tragic and almost farcical end. my student had started doing well in her studies and i was one big headed proud teacher. as we all know with pride comes downfall...what in english honours we call hubris or tragic pride. well my hubris was that i started feeling invincible as a teacher and decided to take on Bengali...i.e.. teach my class VII student bengali. now as most of us know that Bengali isnt an easy subject to teach, more so by people like me. well but i was blinded by my over confidence so i went straight ahead into the quick sand. soon my student was given a project from school . it was to write an essay. i found this a great chance to silence my critics[my friends and mom who all have been subjected to my terrible bengali] about my talents in the subject. i took over the project and worked with all my might. the project was finally completed and duly submitted by my student.
now i waited with bated breath about the comments. i was sure it deserved an "A" at the least. a week passed and i started badgering the student about the paper. i became more of the eager student now than her .
finally after two painful, impregnated with suspense, weeks the paper was finally returned. i waited for it like i have never ever waited and felt for even my board exams.....
the teacher had loved the essay. it was nicely written. i was overjoyed . but then came the final pin prick to deflate and burst my happiness. at the end of the paper was written the comment...." in my years of teaching i have often seen students make their tuition teachers and parents do their homework. this is the first time i am seeing that the student has made her younger primary class sibling write it for her. leaving out the horrendous spellings and meaninglessness of the entire write-up, it was nonetheless cute and endearing to see a child write it for its elder sibling"
that day when her mom came to pick her up she gave me shifty looks as if i was a funny animal in the zoo.i am still waiting for the student to come back for the tuitions...