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Our Life N Our Space Our Life N Our Space A Teacher can Make or Mar
Our Life N Our Space Our Life N Our Space A Teacher can Make or Mar
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Whoever and whatever I am today, my school teachers have their share of negative and positive importance. I don’t even have faded memories of my kindergarten days but beyond that every day is vivid… I experience goose flesh at times when I think of some days. I remember going to a new school as a talkative, extrovert, very naughty and a charming kid but within a few years I became very introvert and reserved…. Some traces of which I still carry with me.
I wish to share a few anecdotes which are a share of my destiny and my fate. I am not writing to blame any teacher but I am writing for parents, to have a glimpse and keep in mind what their children can face in schools.
I was in grade one, we were supposed to present a drama on the topic, “united we stand, divided we fall” for the annual day. I was happy to be one of the selected students. We had to try to break a bundle of sticks. Five of us had to say, “I can’t break the sticks”. By the time my turn came, the teacher wanted me to say the same thing phrased in a different manner. I thought she would help me but she did not… she wanted me to speak it out… but I could not… it was a humiliation for me. Four of the kids were allowed to say the same thing but I had to say it differently…I was baffled… but today I can say,” thanks ma’am” I am not doing different things but I am trying to do everything differently.
Academically I was not the one who stood first in class but I managed to stand among the first five and carry home a certificate with a ten rupees note attached to it. Sometime later, we were asked to listen to a song and prepare it for an inter school competition. While listening to the song, a teacher called me out and asked me to go back to the class room. I had no idea as to what happened… even today I wonder… I was not allowed to participate. She had not yet heard any of us singing, I was not talking or playing a prank, I was not disturbing, I was not even day-dreaming… then why was I not allowed to participate…?? But, I am again thankful to you ma’am, because today I stand up to clarify my doubts regarding my eligibility or rights.
Subtraction is a little difficult for a child who is leaning the basics of mathematics. I could not solve a problem that a teacher asked to solve on the blackboard. Why did she have to slap on my cheeks so many times for that mistake…? My mother used to send me to school after assuring that I would not do anything in school for which the teachers would need to scold me… so I didn’t narrate the incident at home because I thought I would be scolded again at home… Ma’am, didn’t it hurt you when you slapped on the cheeks of a seven year old…? You kept slapping despite of the tears…? But thanks to you ma’am, today I know that I need to make an immaculate presentation so that people don’t mock at me or throw my work. On reaching fifth standard I was selected the captain of my house for the junior school, that was a huge achievement for me. Thanks to my teachers for reposing confidence in me and accepting a quality of mine.
Later, I was sent to a convent, a lot was waiting for me there. New school, higher classes, difficult studies, new friends…. Things were not easy, some people heartily accepted me but some could not. The then scenario in the school did not appeal me. A teacher would enter the classroom, call out a few names and announce that they would either participate in a debate or elocution or play or any other thing for that matter. The teachers never knew me so they could not risk on me. Soon, our sports teacher recognized that I was worth a risk at the intra schools sports meet. Sports meet at that school used to be a great event. To my disappointment, the school had not been able to accept me… before the sports meet my name was struck off from the various lists. Why…? I was not given any valid reason for that… soon, I started losing confidence; I stopped talking and became an introvert. I did not wish to go to school, my academic results were deteriorating, I was feeling left out…. I knew I could achieve but I was not getting an opportunity… I could not explain my situation and everyone thought that I was unable to cope up with the studies… My teachers were at fault, may be they were facing problems in taking care of the huge lot of students in each class. They found it easy to risk on the tried and tested students but they did not realize that a kid was getting deeper into a shell everyday….My brother used to excel in everything so I developed an inferiority complex and could not discuss my failure to achieve something…
A gymnastics instructor was once appointed for a sports day event. I wanted to be a part of the event but my teachers said that I was not smart and capable enough to handle the tricks. I was elated when the selected bunch of students was disqualified and the instructor asked for another lot of students. I got a chance to prove myself and I did it… Thanks to all my teachers for taking away my confidence and making me a dull girl. I emerged among the best in the end and stood first in my post graduation specialization. You made me realize how people can discourage a person and ruin a person, I understood the world when I was a kid… a small fish learned to survive among the sharks…. It could not have happened if you did not discourage me then… Not to leave out here, we had a very strict teacher and a miser in giving marks; she used to teach geography and English. Those were the times when I was tagged an unworthy student. I got the highest marks in English literature and language… somewhere in 80’s but the one who secured second highest got something in 60’s…. she was not partial, she just checked the test papers and marked… this was a major turning point in my life… thanks to you ma’am too, you unknowingly gave me strength to fight back… I regained my lost confidence…
I understand that teachers have their own limitations and I would understand them better only if I step into their shoes but many people would be able to relate themselves to this story of mine. Many students get out of this because of some encouragement from the home front or from self motivation and many get lost within them and are never found again… Children start believing that they are failures and non-achievers. Every child is unique and every child has the right to try different things happening in school. If the child is not allowed to speak how the child would learn to speak…? The concept of parent- teacher meeting is a mere fashion in schools. What would the teachers discuss about the student when they have little knowledge about the student….? Many students emerge out of these situations and solve their problem but many lose self confidence at that age and remain in shackles for a life time… A little encouragement by the teachers and a little attention by the teachers can do wonders… A little request to every teacher- please don’t underestimate any child… children have huge potential but a very sensitive heart… a little suppression from your part can ruin their future. Teacher is a guiding light so keep lighting the path of your students so that the thorns don’t hurt the students…. Try to become your students’ inspiration… “Khuda ne di zindgai Abbu-Ammi ne diya Pyar Lekin ilm or talim ke liye… Ae Maullim hum hai tere shukraguzar !”
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