The beauty of being a teacher
I’ll tell you right away that I don’t have the absolute truth in my pocket, I can’t tell you how to be the best teacher in the world, I think it’s enough to be the best for the kids in your class. But if you are already reading it means that you are interested in building an empathic relationship with your students.
Let’s go ahead then and see together what I learned. I have a white beard, I don’t need the beautiful photo app, because I like who I am, I made a mistake so much to get here and I find that showing some imperfection places me towards others as an approachable person, willing to listen. I only introduce myself to boys with my name and sometimes they end up calling me teacher. Is it important that they call me teacher or professor or prof? Whatever of these names they use make me feel like they’ve crowned me the person they trust after their mom and dad. They love their parents because their life depends on them and they hardly trust anyone else. When they admit me to their little asteroid B-612, they think I will not endanger the life of their rose but will help them weed out before they become Baobabs. They make me very happy, having the esteem of valuable people like children I hope inebriates you and strengthens you, motivates you to do it, makes you climb your personal social ladder. I feel like their Gandalf, Miyagi or Master Yoda. Do you want to find out how Yoda would teach English? Then you can readCan Master Yoda teach English?
During the journey together, after a lot of work, there comes a moment when everything happens, the child realizes that the rule you explained to him is confirmed, the theory is concrete, the explanations work and he or she finally succeeds. Then they look at you, it’s a moment, their eyes have a bright light, they smile and continue to have fun. By now you have become their teacher, they give you only an instant of gratitude of their time but you have become important. No child really believes that mom’s kiss on the wound really makes the pain go away, but they believe their mom tells them so. Do you understand how much responsibility we have? When you call me master, this weight, instead of crushing me, makes me fly. How do you feel when they call you master?
