Teachers were the most feared people back in the olden days and worst still was the notion of school. How many of us have heard stories of our older generation tell us the tales of how their parents would bribe the officials who came to take the young boys for schooling. In just about two decades things just seems to have taken a somersault.
People, I mean parents of every five year olds would start fretting and fuming if their little ones are denied admission in the school. Many parents have even resorted to making fake birth certificates just so as to get their little ones enrolled in the school.
Although most now value the need for education, the value of schools and teachers have actually been reduced to mere nothings. Thousands of fingers have been pointed towards the teachers ( with few parents even resorting to use their whole palms on the teachers, such a shame!)and many question the standard of our education system.
In such a confusion filled Field; where only the less favored ones choose to venture; nine years ago I chose to set my path. Today, as I work my hearts out, giving all that i've in me,I never for once regret my decision of becoming a teacher. Every morning, I set off to my school with my heart filled with the love of a mother, ever ready to play mother to hundreds of children in the school.
But today of all, with pride I write this down: we aren't just paid civil servants who click with the hands of the time to fill our bellies. We are a lot who work with not only our brain but also our hearts. My school is going to start a new thing that will further widen the space in our already love filled hearts.
We hear of many untoward happenings in the lives of our young generation. Although we keep all our senses alert and open; somewhere a black hole has remained that has engulfed our young minds; pushing them into hellish situation. And many of such cases happens because the children lack proper ears for their problems. So my entire school has been divided into small manageable groups. Each of the lady teachers are getting eleven girl students and each male teacher will get eight male students. The teachers and the students are going to be bound spiritually ( the idea has been borrowed from the 'Dorji puen'system). A Lama has been specifically invited for the same. So tomorrow, the teacher along with the chosen group of students will be given a special relationship. This special group is going to be called Wangling Puen Gi Dueshey. Translated, this literally means Wangdi Chholing ( name of the place where our school is situated) and the Puen gi Dueshey would mean 'attachment/ feeling of a sibling'(correct me if I am wrong with this translation. )Whatever the translation, in our respective groups we are going to provide the love and care that every family member is worth of.
Following this binding, officially the group will meet every last Friday of the month. On these Fridays,the teacher will try to provide the 'listening heart' to any emotional or social trauma the child might be facing. If possible ( and why wouldn't it be possible?) the teacher will make visits to the students' house to get better understanding of the children's home ground. The group will work to promote love and provide emotional support.
In knowing our children's problem lies the solution to their problems and with the formation if this special group our school wishes to curb the problems faced by our little ones. So, here we go, opening our hearts to accommodate few more members in our heart to make a change in the otherwise unseen troubled lives of our little students.
That's why I shall always remain proud to be a teacher!
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