It was the worst of all yesterday nights...
In the evening, a student's mother came to me. She was clothed in agony. She said, her son had been victimized due to some mistake carried out by the Head of his institution. She, in a pensive mood, rewound the three-day old story. Two twins bunked classes and somehow managed to escape the school during the school hours. They fled to rollick away the day. Unfortunately, one of them bore the same name and roll no. However, the naughty boy and my student belong to different standards. The Head of the institution charged my student instead and another teacher slapped him in the rear neck. The situation went graver. The Headmaster summoned him and didn't care a straw of the weeping boy. He was called on the carpet.
The Head will meet his parents today and another avalanche of harsh voices will slide down.
It was unprecedented indeed. But what moved me was the disorder in the educational system and the systematic disorder in educators. This brutality of scapegoating others instead collaring the error makers has appeared to be the run of today's education system.
The night became filled with sadness. I phoned some of my teachers and requested them to get into the affair. I also said, I can't recognize your faces. It is the man who came to run our school in our time. The teacher was still there.
It's not fair for any teachers to drain their respect from a student's eye.
However, sad feelings eroded me yesterday night. It is education which is the only instrument to give our thought a shape of totality. It touches the three skins of Time - the beauty of the past, the beast of the present and a future of intolerable silence.
Therefore, I (following the same track as one great teacher often cut across) ask my heart, "What have I learnt?" The heart always replies, "Let you burn, Let you burn."
In the evening, a student's mother came to me. She was clothed in agony. She said, her son had been victimized due to some mistake carried out by the Head of his institution. She, in a pensive mood, rewound the three-day old story. Two twins bunked classes and somehow managed to escape the school during the school hours. They fled to rollick away the day. Unfortunately, one of them bore the same name and roll no. However, the naughty boy and my student belong to different standards. The Head of the institution charged my student instead and another teacher slapped him in the rear neck. The situation went graver. The Headmaster summoned him and didn't care a straw of the weeping boy. He was called on the carpet.
The Head will meet his parents today and another avalanche of harsh voices will slide down.
It was unprecedented indeed. But what moved me was the disorder in the educational system and the systematic disorder in educators. This brutality of scapegoating others instead collaring the error makers has appeared to be the run of today's education system.
The night became filled with sadness. I phoned some of my teachers and requested them to get into the affair. I also said, I can't recognize your faces. It is the man who came to run our school in our time. The teacher was still there.
It's not fair for any teachers to drain their respect from a student's eye.
However, sad feelings eroded me yesterday night. It is education which is the only instrument to give our thought a shape of totality. It touches the three skins of Time - the beauty of the past, the beast of the present and a future of intolerable silence.
Therefore, I (following the same track as one great teacher often cut across) ask my heart, "What have I learnt?" The heart always replies, "Let you burn, Let you burn."
6 comments:
You are rare....
Hope you can bring justice into the lives of your students.. one good teacher can make a lot of difference..
carry on the good efforts...
on a different note:
wrote a new poem
http://wanderer-onestep.blogspot.com/
do check
my butterfly is waiting too...
All good, but don't lose your sense of humour!
True involved teachers are hard to find these days, caring gets further and further down the list of priorities .. pushed out of place by the stress on school rankings, performance goals and academics.
Keep caring.
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