I think I may have misunderstood the purpose of this journal, so I might as well stick to those aspects that affect my teaching. I liked the activity we did in class today; it made me reflect on the impact a teacher (hopefully) has on some student’s lives. It was both nice and sad to remember a few facts and a few faces. I must avoid the sweet temptation of being indulgent with my work and think that everything is fine the way it is. Here is what I wrote in my cards:
A student (Ricardo) couldn’t pronounce “desk” and kept saying “decks” instead. I helped him. He was happy. I was over the moon.
Federico, whose English didn’t improve much and whose failure I must share. Mauricio, who was about to drop out when he enrolled in my class. He said he stayed in college because he enjoyed in my class.
My father is the best teacher I ever had. He taught me how to read and write and I think he made me who I am now. He exercises the virtue of Patience, the one that (sadly) I lack.
Being a teacher has opened so many doors and has put me in the same room with people I would never have met if I had been, say, an accountant. It got me here, and I must make the most of it.
As much as I agree with some teachers, and I respect their points of view, I think it’s important to point out that nobody is either a complete ignorant or knows everything about everything.
One aspect I can work with is patience. Alonso quoted Aristotle last night and you could put his words in gold letters. He said something like “The easiest thing is to do is to get angry and lose your temper, or to give away money to the needy, but to keep quiet when everyone shouts or to know what to give and when to give it, demands a bigger effort and makes one a better person”.
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