An old photo of the teachers of the Sharon School (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In the teachers’ lounge in our high school, there is a big sign that has a short and vibrant message: 20 days left! We can do it! Every day, some good and agitated soul changes the fatidic countdown. A layman may wonder at this attitude by teachers and ask why we keep working at a job we dislike so much. One cannot find an equivalent case in the world of business, perhaps because they don’t have two and half months vacation time. The truth is that we love our job (except for a few misguided minds) but the daily demands of catering to hundreds of energetic juvenile human beings are taking a heavy toll on our nervous system.
If one has not had the experience of being in a classroom for 7 hours straight, every day for 200 days, it is difficult to imagine what gargantuan efforts are needed to both control and guide these youngsters toward learning bliss (no sarcasm here; learning means opening up new worlds of knowledge and I can’t imagine a more pleasant activity than to share the discovery with kids and witness the aha moment). A good analogy would be comparing a teacher to the mother or father of a very large family; parents must also be teachers at home although they don’t have the benefit of a long annual rest period. On the positive side, progenitors don’t have to deal with bureaucrats or meddling principals who seem happy to invent more paperwork or unnecessary meetings respectively.