It’s a Monday morning and I am preparing for class. My body is tired from the previous night’s restlessness. I knew I had a class the following day but I didn’t prepare. I mean it’s sort of hard to do my own thing anyway.
“Boy ! Listen here. You can’t ask these children to answer questions you haven’t taught them answers to.” …. But Sir, I asked them to read on it…. No, I don’t like it and some of the children don’t like it.”
The last time I tried to be creative.
I am sort of sharp so I don’t worry much . After all , I will be leading the students through the wilderness what do they know, I think to myself.
In the class there is welcoming, name calling, I throw chalks at students who are not paying attention, the class comes to an end.
Recently I saw one of my students and I kept asking myself if I made any impact in his life.
Although my situation was barely favorable, I wish was able to do more.
These days I ask myself every now and then: What would I do differently if I were back in the classroom…..
What would I do differently if I were back in the classroom… I would let my students know I don’t know anything at all and that we can only learn by exploring together. I would have asked each student to be a teacher at some point to read on a certain subject and come to class to educate us on it.
I would ask each student to teach as if she was teaching herself.
I would discuss with them what it means to be a teacher and what it means to be a student. We would discuss diligence and learning and the importance of these two words when it comes to education.
And perhaps we would talk about education - what it means - and why we ought to come to class everyday.
I would do this and perhaps more constantly feel my way through what’s working and not . As I most creative when I feel my way through.
I would try as much as possible to make them realise that the onus of learning - which I will define us translating the information I present into knowledge for self - lies on them . And unless they take it seriously will fail .
Coming to terms with Loneliness
The going away of things
In the end
I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
Fear of Forgetting
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.