I started to think about how much
we teachers have been able to do in order to make the difference and shape our
students’ lives in some way. After all, the world has changed,
it’s in permanent change and we and our students are part of this brave new
world. I have changed. I'm older, more impatient, more critical, and sometimes
I feel weak and tired to face students’ lack of interest. Recently I've
found myself complaining about class seven students’ and I realized that for
the first time in my life I have such a difficult group to deal with regarding
everything: impoliteness, lack of interest and responsibility (Sometimes
changing humanitarian heart into brutal is easy for me :P :P :P) What’s
important is the final result, the final grade: pass or fail no matter if they
have learned or not. This conversation was like group remedy in the
teacher’s room where other brilliant and experienced teachers were having the
same kind of complaints
In Bhutan we teachers are
underpaid. Yes, we are, even if you work in the richest
school which pays the best salary, still you are underpaid. It’s the Bhutanese
educational system and the society that not value teachers as they should be
valued. I always pay attention to peoples say, what they will say is
teachers are nation builders blah blah, building nation aint a piece of cake.
We will only like to work hard if we are acknowledged for our hard work and
paid accordingly. I've heard from lots
of colleagues they are looking for another alternative to survive apart from
teaching. And to tell you the truth, I've thought about it many times as well,
though I am new to my profession.
Being a very optimistic person
you must be surprised I'm writing these words. Well, I've never said
teaching is a bed of roses or that it’s only darkness and pain. No! Not at all!
And yes, we have to study to
teach, to teach and learn, go to conferences, prepare lesson plan, keep
record of CA, coordinate reading, evaluate students students book review, correct
notebooks, practicles, deal with discipline, contact parents, prepare and
correct tests, face endless meetings, find nice activities to engage students,
write comments on journals- profiles and an endless list of duties uffs m suffocating.
Not to mention the fact that most of us around the world have to deal with low
salaries to survive.
Well, I have said too much
already about how hard being a teacher is. I want to talk about the joy
of being a teacher, some one rightly said, ”The suffering of being a teacher is
similar to suffering with the pains of childbirth the joy of giving birth to a
child does not compare to the pain we suffered before, which it’s quickly
forgotten. “ What a job!
Being a teacher is indeed one of
the most rewarding jobs ever. How can we forget students who hug you, bring you
flowers, chooses your favorite colour to gift u, bar of chocolate or simply
smile sweetly and bowing down several times to wish good morning. That makes my
heart glow with thousands illumination. I know I am a crazy teacher, I never
read my blogger friends who all are teachers but writing about all those
stuffs. I sometimes, feel ashamed truly. Let me share about my funny-little-cute-crazy-students,
m talking about class PP students, what
they will do is they will rush towards me if they see me coming on my way, they will bow down and say,
‘Good morning madam’ after that they will flash away and again they will appear
in front of the office waiting to say, ’Good morning madam.’ In a day I receive maximum wishes from
innocent little cuties. I love making fun of them as well hehe :p :P
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| 'But if you were born to be a teacher and if you love what to do, you will not give up. Like me haha ' |
Teaching is a treat for the soul,
isn't it? If it is not, we should not teach. And if it is, then it is
necessary that, ideally, our learners feel the same pleasure from our teaching.
If not, perhaps we have failed our mission in some way, as the cook who
intended to offer pleasure, but the food was too salty or burnt. Perhaps
it’s time to stop and reflect our mission as educators and teachers. Perhaps
it's time for another change.
But if you were born to be a
teacher and if you love what to do, you will not give up. Like me LOL haha :P
:P :P
Last but not least: I think we
cannot put a price tag on the hard work we bring into our classroom every single
day. The amount of passion, heart, soul and effort we put into our job cannot
be calculated with million dollars too :P We find our real compensation in how
much our student's succeed. TEACHERS' DAY is only the day where we are known n
acknowledged.
Thank You for being with me friends…
Pleasant evening ahead…
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