last night I read this post and tonight, wake up in the rest of breastfeeding continue to think about it. There's something buzzing in my head but I can focus only at the end of the feeding frullecchio. and this thing needs a short story, my story.
my mom has taught in elementary school. I remember well that evening, if I could not sleep, I sat in the big bed with her with the light of the bedside reading the notebooks of his students, fix, put comment. Yes, she did not put the votes, well, the good, the very good, but it would take the comments that I remember as articulated suggestions and, now, as I read the teachings: "Luke, concentrated because when you subtract the ones on which you are most ERRO" "Deborah, you are careful to double tripping" and so on.
certain is that this attention to the time required more than one vote, time that could be called extraordinary. But for her, and even for me, that time was extraordinary, because it was part of his work.
my aunt, also a primary school teacher, who probably will retire in September, never gets out from school before 18 and I think that always comes at the same time in the morning. it is not uncommon to find even engaged at the weekend to cut articles, pictures to her students, to prepare the work of the week, correcting exercise books, to think about their class.
(I would have two more examples, more teachers and uncles, one maternal and one to retire a couple of years I've seen very busy with their work.)
My father, however, to close the picture, is craftsman by thirty years. Even there, no overtime, there is work.
why the post of Panzallaria me sounded a little thing: it is that those teachers who are only two meetings a year with the parents of their students because they had cut me a little jar '.
not that they are right to abstain if they are not paid, but it depends on what you value.
and my impression is that the value so that teaching is devalued by his parents, who starts from a devaluation in the first place is shaken by the teachers themselves ...
and then, provocatively, I would ask the teacher of religion - oops ... religions - why not if the study shows that other religions do not know ...
and again, as the artisan, and the story of my Panzallaria say that teaching is an art, not a science. and art there is no clock that can withstand and to do so we must have / construct / implement their own artistic skills, and you have to be curious.
(link to the blog of Panzallaria )
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