Thursday, February 24, 2005

As thoughts vanish...

The other day I was cleaning up my classroom sincee the bell had rung and the day was now over. It was a Friday and it was 1:45pm... Remember that day? That feeling? Friday... minutes before school was done for the week? It was anxiety, beauty, craze, wonder, impatience, and then that bell would ring and... pure jubilation

This time I see it from another perspective and it's rather strange how five years in teaching I now begin to realize how different it feels. Yes, there are times that I feel those exact feelings and I cannot wait for the day to be over, but this year I find myself not wanting a day to end. I realize that somehow I must have either trained these children perfectly to obey OR they actually, somehow, do not why, enjoy my class... Why do I say this?

Friday... 1:45pm... Bell rings... kids stay seated working...
"Teacher, can we do this for homework?" ... "Ok, but finish copying it"

Sin relajo, 15 minutes passed and some kids were still writing porque they wanted to hand it in.

As I erased the whiteboard I thought, "Everything I have taught today, is it as easily and quickly forgotten and dismissed as I erase this board?" Are the thoughts and themes and ideas and history and stories and everything I say as swiftly put away in some far away region of the brain? Do I do these things in vain? Cuando yo salgo de esa aula con mi garganta seca de tanto hablar, con los pies doloridos de tanto caminar y pasillar por las butacas, y todas las otras cosas que yo hago... todo eso fue sin razon? No se...

Pero me asombro que tan facil fue borrar la pizarra de un tema tan abundnante como la civilización atheniense, una pizarra que fue rellenada por ideas, temas, personajes, enlaces, relaciones, etc... en menos de 10 segundos fue limpiada y dejada completamente blanca. Asi mismo ocurre cuando mis alumnos salen por la puerta? Ellos borran? Ellos se olvidan? Ellos lo toman como no importante? No sé...

Meanwhile I will continue doing what I love... teaching.

5 comments:

iliana... said...

some of us do forget and leave it all behind, some us don't, we embrace all the things that in some way touched us and take them everywhere with us.
Yo no se cuantas veces, yo he estado en un sitio, diciendo... yo me acuerdo un dia in an english class, or in social studies... k hicimos tal cosa, etc. So believe me, in some way, your classes have affected the way I think. You are a great teacher, i know you know it, but I wanted to tell you that I know it too, and I appreciate it.

joha said...

When teachers like you erase that blackbored,I don't usually think if my intelligence was nourish by the things you wrote I walk out of a class room with no logic, but when I find myself in a lonely class I wished that class were to be be full of students and teachings I just took for mandatory. When I'm in that class all alone is when it gets to me and I wonder "if I would of learned that just one class or if I just wouldn't of been lacking" Would I still be feeling as empty as the class or as nothing that the blackboard has witten? I guess I'll never know.....

la anonima said...

definitivamente..me gustó este tambien..mi favorito.

McAfee said...

Aunque no he cogido clase con el george, si me toco ponerme del lado receptor en diferentes ocasiones en la PUCMM. Basicamente cuando a el le tocaba hacer alguna exposicion para una materia.

Puedo decir que ahi se notaba "la diferencia". Todos sabemos que la mayoria de las charlas/exposiciones son aburridas. Especialmente cuando las da una persona de menos de 25 años. Como que uno se predispone a no atender. Sera porque uno cree que hay falta de experiencia?

Pero george fue diferente. No se si fue por su experiencia en el colegio (porque ya tenia par de años cuando eso), o si es algo que viene de mas atras.

Bueno, el george tiene mecanismos de mantenerte atento. No se exactamente lo que es, sera una combinacion de cosas. Como organiza los conceptos, como los explica, o como se pasa caminando por el curso entero en vez de quedarse en un solo sitio. Parece que todo junto es que funciona bien.

No es que el se pone a gritar, "wey preste atencion" (no se el caso de el colegio). Pero por alguna razon, la tecina funciona.

A mi me ha toco ser tutor en una ocasion, y yo diria que en los colegios hay mucha gente que priva ser bruta y en verdad lo que son es vagos o pocos interesados. Talvez perdieron el interes en algun punto, y entonces se quedaron atras. Despues se les hace dificil ponerse al dia. Pero en verdad solo necesitan un chin de motivacion.

PS: Siempre habra una persona que diga lo contrario. Por tanto, no existe el profesor perfecto y no existe el estudiante perfecto.

joselo182 said...

yorch believe it nor not we never saw u like our teacher sino como un alumno mas de nosotros, akel alumno ke sabia mas ke todos nosotros, yorch we always saw u like one of us( in some way u are.

all the talking, yelling, walking and (most important) test exonerations, were not in vain. like iliana said, there are a lot of memories about all ur classes and most of them are still carved in our minds.

so keep doing what u love most
(besides that u sick bastard)