Not sure what made me think of it, but not many people know that I worked as a teacher for a couple of years in my youth. I was under the false impression that I liked kids, and wanted to practise as an extra teacher before I went on for the formal education. Of course I never did.
I those days I had two jobs. One, where I would be called in in the morning by a school that needed somebody to stand in for a sick teacher, and the other one working for my ex-friends parents, who had a book-binding factory. There I worked as an assistant in the office, using a type-writer for producing address labels or running a coffee cart through the factory at precise times.
But what I remember was a class of kids being 12-years-old at the time, having a teacher who broke a leg and I was asked to stand in. I was 19 at the time. I loved it!
My first action was to change the benches they were sitting at, so that they were in clusters of four (making them promise to put the benches back before their regular teacher came back). Also, it was I who decided who sat with whom. Naturally I put the "problem kids" with the kids with good behaviour. I remember it being a very fun time.
The broken leg took five weeks to recover, and I was in charge all this time. I cannot understand why the rector allowed it, but he did and I cherish the experience.
Not only did I teach all sorts of subjects, like science, maths, religion, social studies and even gymnastics, but it gave me a self confidence (yes I can!) that I have carried with me until today.
Funny to think that I have kids to thank for the life I have chosen to live :).
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2 comments:
he he , you teaching gymnastics!
Although I'm quite surprised they didn't require an official teaching qualification, just goes to show you don't always need one to do a good job.
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I knew that would amuse some.
Well, this was a school I had gone to myself, so they knew me.
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