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Teaching kids = Orchestra

Updated: at 09:02 PM

The conductor waves his hand and the instrumentalists violin away. Except, the kids are both the musicians as well as the audience. If one must brave the world of teaching, one has to keep the kids engaged as well as entertained(?) - debatable but that’s how I manage things at the school my father runs. This path of teaching in my experience, remains very hard to implement let alone master. Teachers who have a grim face get by each day on easy mode - intimidating kids into studying. The intimidation tactic works well for rote learning but squashes their inquisitive nature(?) I am left to squeeze my brain every day to come up with new ways, new analogies and new games to get them on the “happy to go and learn new things” mood It’s such a breath of fresh air to teach the 3rd grade kids - each having a unique personality. They are my favorite ones out of all the classes, and also the ones to whom I intend to give the whole of my attention this coming academic year.

We run a school at a rented place. The Owners have told us to vacate, inviting a period of instability, anxiousness and forced change. Won't things remain the same way as they were?

It remains very easy to get by - each day nodding to someone else’s commands like in a salaried job, as we do ever since our birth. Nodding to parents then when puberty hits, we nod to strangers while estranging our parents. Life remains a series of nodding for quite a large number of people unable to differentiate between conditional and unconditional love, happy to just get by.

It remains very hard to bring forth change, there is no manual on this side of the line, yet an impending catastrophe hangs above, ever pressing, a heavy burden and responsibility to both your own kin, the ones who follow you and the ones you wish to help. Beware bringing forth change, for it requires emotional support for one to go through all the fitnah there is. Incredibly hard to go at it alone…


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