"" Teacher ... TEACHER .. write for me , please .. Write anything .. in any language .. write it with your nice handwriting .. to remember you .. ""
With such words, my students are saluting me these passing days .. It is the end of the school: Students have forgotten all the vicious and barbarous acts of their teachers (:D they truly describe us in this savage hues) .. Teachers have reached the time where a Smile is worth much than a Slap, where a Wink could do fourfolds more than a Shout, and where leaving a Good Memory is normally far more better than leaving a Dull Trace!
So, a clever and brilliant student (Areej) began the process of collecting the teacher's souvenir or what we call a "keepsake' or a 'token' .. and the move was copied by the Entire class ..
Areej's souvenir's book was very tidy and smells of flowers .. It was both decorated and filled with fading pictures of nature and love's symbols ..
As for the students ... they tore papers from their Agendas .. Copybooks .. Books .. Diaries .. and proudly asked for something written ..
It was frustrating ..
Writing to me needs a form , a style, as long as to an inspiration ..
Sometimes, papers inspire me ... other times a nice fountain pen would do the trick ..
You can not tell .. why in this moment my handwriting was perfect , and in the following second I appeared to be ignorant of the Calligraphy rules!!
It is the Details ..
The little details that entail every reason ..
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And the funny thing ... is that ... when you finish from about 8 or ten papers ... another student screams from behind:
Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. and meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!
And as funny as it may appears - to some - , the mere statement .. the askence .. implies a hidden need of Regoniotion that hasn't been fully developed at this age, but still growing!! It gave me a sensation of Pity and Sympathy to these little souls that are in need to being Recognized and Identified in a world that has lost its normal standards and in a neighbourhood that has created its own Laws and Creeds. Such traits in a personality should not be aroused at this young age,, for where is their Childhood? and most importantly, where is their innocence? Among these rushing crowds .. these noisy mob .. I feel that I am the only Innocent Figure there ..
Trying my best to teach Simplicity rather than Complications ..
Love and Compassion instead of Intense Animosity or Hostility ..
I try to teach my own Ideologies ... but in their own Language .. Through their own Images ..
I try ..
I share ..
I give ...
But, still .. there are many ...
Screaming:
Teacher ............................ And meeee!!
2 comments:
The more we give, the more we're asked to give further.
In my experience, people avoid turning to rude people for help. They often go to those who are always ready to give a hand.
We might feel overwhelmend by so many demands and by all the expectations. It's such a burden.
But I think the the joy of giving, and especially the gratitude that we see in the eyes of those we help is more than enough to recharge our batteries so we can continue our journey.
Your students are lucky.
They appreciate what you've done for them,
they loved the way you taught them
the how you treated them.
That was their way to show their love..
And me???!!! When's my turn?? ;-)
It was a quiet surprise.
I know that most of them did ask for my writings because they felt jealous. Envy could lead to many things :) .. I can see them now tearing the silly papers. But some were honest with their demands. And this made me happy.
Happy not because they loved me.
Happy not because they asked for a sign or a note.
Happy because I entered their lives, and made something .. left a trace :) This trave is Me.
Your turn is coming soon ;-)
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