Miss Slippery

Workshop of miss slippery standard 8

Miss Slippery english workshop class 8th

Miss Slippery - Text lesson

Part 1

I got ready and went to school. In the first period, 

our class teacher, who taught us English, told us to 

take out our composition notebooks. I took out the 

mathematics notebook by mistake. I replaced it quickly 

but the teacher, perhaps, had kept her gaze fixed on 

me. She shouted, “Come here with your book, Sayali!” 

I obeyed her but her angry looks made my legs tremble 

and when I reached her chair, the notebook fell on her 

feet.

Some girls laughed loudly. The teacher thought that 

I had dropped the notebook on purpose. She stared at 

me with an all-devouring look. “Go and stand near 

your seat,” she yelled. I kept standing, punished for 

the whole period.

The next was History class and my favourite 

subject. The teacher had asked us to memorize the 

causes and effects of the Battle of Panipat. I was well-

prepared. She began testing all of us, one by one. 

When my turn came I went blank. The teacher gave 

me a stern stare, while I stood there stiff, still, with 

my head hanging down in shame. 

Mama and Papa continued their never-ending tiffs. 

P a p a u s e d e v e r y 

opportunity to express his 

annoyance. Mama on her 

part, did not allow any 

such occasion to slip 

without turning it into a 

vociferous quarrel. The 

quarrel was between the 

two, but the punishment 

inevitably descended

on a third one, that is 

me at school. Wherever 

and whenever I heard 

raised voices, I felt as 

if Mama and Papa were quarrelling. Sometimes, even in the midst of silence, 

Mama’s screams came piercing through my ears. And, 

whenever I heard Mama’s high-pitched yells, my legs 

quivered.

One day, I was coming down the school stairs. 

Somebody from the top gave a frantic scream. I fell 

and came tumbling down about seven steps. My elbows 

and knees were badly bruised. My new frock was torn 

at the seams. When I reached home, Mama shouted, 

‘‘I am sick of you. When will you stop making me 

pay through my nose for such extravagant losses?”

Mother seized me by the arm, gave me a good 

jerk and seated me on the bed. She fetched an antiseptic 

lotion and applied it to my elbow and knees; but did 

not hug me. Within me lingered the yearning that she 

would hold me and console me! Even if she had given 

me just a sympathetic pat, my smarting limbs would 

have been soothed.

My younger brother was close by. As Mama walked 

away to the kitchen, he came and sat beside me. He 

placed his little hand on my arm and whispered, “Are 

you in great pain?” I hugged him tight and started 

crying again.

I used to walk quite cautiously, yet I would often 

stumble. One day, the class monitress announced,

“We’ll call her ‘Slippery’. Others slip on wet ground. 

Sayali manages to slip even on dry land.”

That provided the other girls of the class new scope 

for fun. They teased me with the new title every day. 

Soon, a verse was composed in my honour :

“Slippery! Slippery!

Slipping without muck!

Ask her the simplest question

No answer is your luck!’’

I lived in perpetual fear of everyone the girls, the 

teachers, the young and the old. When I was in class, 

I dared not move out and when I was outside, I was 

afraid of re-entering the class. Nor could I muster the

courage to speak to anyone. 

Part - 2

The bell had already rung when I reached the 

school. The teacher was in the classroom. I sought 

permission to enter. The teacher wore a frown on her 

face, but she let me enter and told me to see her in the teachers’ room, after the class. Her tone was not 

of annoyance or anger. Yet an unknown fear made me 

nervous. Reassuring myself that she was a kind-hearted 

teacher and would not punish me, I reached the teachers’

room with hesitant steps.

The teacher greeted me with a smile and asked me 

to sit by her side. Her tender tone turned my sighs into 

sobs. She pulled her chair close to mine and patting 

me on the head, said, “What makes you cry, my child? 

I haven’t said a word to you.” After a brief pause, 

she continued, “Tell me what your trouble is. Confide 

in me, for am I not like a sister to you? ‘‘A rare thrill

ran through my entire frame. For a moment I felt I 

should cling to her and cry and cry. Of course, I did 

not do so, but I kept gazing at her with tearful eyes.

Tenderly, teacher continued, “Do you know the 

meaning of didi? It means elder sister. Won’t you tell 

your sister your troubles? ‘‘Amid sobs I said, “The 

girls keep teasing me.” She laughed, ‘‘Why are you 

scared of them? If you cry like this, they will pester 

you all the more. So ignore them. Who is your friend?’’

I shook my head and teacher smiled. It seemed the 

teacher had poured her smile into my eyes. “Like to 

be my friend?’’ she said.

The bell rang. She rose. With a tender pat on my 

back, she said, “Listen! You were a sister alright! Now 

you are a friend too. But I like my friends to be brave. 

You’ve got to try to be brave. I’ll always stand by

you, rest assured, my little pal. Now rise and hop off 

to your class.’’

Excitement made my face flush – red-hot to the 

ear-tips. Never before had anyone lavished love on me 

thus and here was my teacher who had spontaneously

accepted me as a sister, a friend! I was beyond myself

with joy. I wanted to chuckle – to burst into near-

hysterical laughter.

On winged feet I ran to my class. Soon I was lost 

in a rare reverie. I forgot that I was sitting in a class 

of wild girls whose prime pastime was teasing me.

During the break, the water bottle that I was 

drinking from, fell on me and I got fully drenched. 

Right in front stood Maya and Chanda, laughing away 

to their hearts’ content. Chanda teased, “From the 

slippery hands of Slippery, the slippery bottle went slip, slip, slip!’’ “And now, let’s watch the fun,’’ said Veena.

I was squeezing the water out of my wet frock. 

Remembering the teacher’s words, I turned my back to 

them and ignored them completely. They were non-

plussed and went away. I sensed a feeling of victory. 

Before the school closed for the day, the teacher 

came to the classroom again and said to me, “From 

today, you are going to be responsible for bringing the 

register, chalk and duster every morning. Come, take 

this key, carry these notebooks to the teachers’ room. 

Count them and keep them in my drawer. Ask the peon 

to show you my drawer.”

My otherwise trembling legs were now filled with 

some miraculous strength. I rushed enthusiastically and 

completed the assigned job in a jiffy. When I placed 

the key on the teacher’s table, she looked at me and 

smiled. I smiled back.

I was thrilled from top to toe. I felt my little heart 

inflate with pride. I found no awkwardness in moving 

about in my still-wet frock. Nor was there any trace 

of fear, while returning home. 

- Adapted from the story by 

Popti Hiranandani

Workshop of miss slippery standard 8

Miss Slippery english workshop class 8th

1. Two different words are joined to form a new word with a new meaning. Such 

words are called Compound words. (Sometimes there is hyphen (-) between 

compound words.)

For example : homework or kind-hearted 

Pick out some Compound words from the lesson.

Ans- 

 (1) Notebook
(2) well-prepared

 (3) Classroom
(4) ear-tips

 (5) Non-plussed
(6) Still-wet

2. (A) Add the proper prefix to make the following words opposite in meaning.
Ans-

 (1) obey x disobey
(2) sympathetic x  unsympathetic

 (3) honour x  dishonour
(4) afraid x  unafraid

(5) content x discontent

(B) Add suffix to convert the following words to Adjective forms.

Ans-

 laugh = laughter
 thought = thoughtful

 forget = forgetful
 care =careful

 count  = counter
fear = fearful

 move = movable
tear = tearful

 punish  = punishment
joy = joyful

3. Find words / expressions from the story which are similar in meaning to.

 (1) very expensive = 

 (2) longing for  ...........................

 (3) could not remember at all  ...........................

(4) constant  ...........................

(5) gather all ones courage  ...........................

(6) filled and increased in size  ...........................

(7) paining badly  ...........................

(8) forced to pay a big amount of money  ...........................

4. Answer in short, in your own words.

(1) The history teacher had asked them to memorize it (WHAT?)

(2) Sayali’s new frock tore (HOW?)

(3) Sayali hugged him tight (WHO?)

(4) Sayali was called ‘slippery’ (WHY?)

(5) Teacher told Sayali to meet her in the teachers’ room (WHEN?)

(6) Teacher asked Sayali to carry the notebooks (WHERE?)

5. Divide the class in 2 groups with the help of your teacher and convert the story 

into a skit. Each group can take up one part of the story and later combine 

both the parts. Mention the following in your compilation. Present the skit in 

your class.

 (1) A new title            (2) Scenes          (3) Characters           

(4) Dialogues .          (5) Entry.           (6) Exit

6. Write what expressions does a person use in the following situations. 

(1) When a person gets a sudden fright.

 (2) When a person is very nervous.

 (3) When a person is tensed.

(4) When a person is very happy.

 (5) When a person is very confident.

 (6) When a person is very angry.

 (7) When a person is very sad.


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