A teacher comes to school with intentions:
To harbour a safe environment in the classroom
To defend individual sensitivities
To fan the flames of intellectual curiousity
To give respect, to teach giving respect by example
To encourage bravery
To applaud effort
To enforce basic rules of human rights
All of the above walk into a classroom together with the lesson plan meant to guide students through the necessary curriculum, whether it be the abcs, the tricks of reading comprehension, the knack of researching information, and the skill of producing some form of comprehensible language.
All of the above.
But, what happens when…
This fine specimen of teacherhood walks into a classroom and begins the noble pursuits and then all hell breaks loose?
Well, along comes a recalcitrant child with a ball! large ball, small ball, doesn’t matter. Suddenly without blinking an eye, the ball takes over the room. Immediate tossing, and then the requests to be allowed to toss “if they’re good” (which of course cannot occur while the ball’s being tossed and everyone’s in a frenzy of tossing it far away from the teacher’s grasp)
While the ball tossing’s set in motion, along pops in a few more stragglers with further demands. “But you promised I could pick a song ‘next time’.” “Hey we wanna finish watching that movie, X’s class gets to watch movies, in fact X’s class is watching a movie right now!”
And the ball goes whizzing by.
“Teacher!” cries one brave soul who’s following instructions, working with the plan but needs a little help. “Teacher! Can you come here? “
Oh, how teacher would love to be there for said student, but there’s been a massive movement of tables blocking teacher’s way. Why? ah, yes. While ball tossing and song requests and movie persuasion have been going on, the computer technician finally showed up to fix the hi-tech interactive board equipment which required desk shifting in order to reach the projector.
Ah, yes, and the little student goes:”Teacher, oh Teacher…can you come over here.” Suddenly iphones appear and photos are shot, games are revealed and someone begs permission to go buy some lunch at the school cafeteria.
If i were a cartoonist, i’d be able to say: Nobody move. Freeze! i need to draw this.
But my inner cartoonist is having a hard time working with the educator, foster mother, innovator and idealist all bubbling up within this one particular personality.
Spread too far.
Not enough me to implement the basics of educating.
I’d be happy for clones – but clones better than i am – clones at the top of their game – with energy!
and I haven’t even started to mention feminism or equal rights. Bring in the feministing crew. My classes need a makeover.
next time. Good Wednesday to you.