yesterday as i was being ready to end my weekend and start my working days ... my son fell at his judo practice and he hurt his chin and broke a tooth... i ran to t he hospital where he had seven stitches.
this was a perfect ending to my weekend .. which means that the next week is totally ruined !!
i woke up the next day thinking about my son how would he go to school ... would he be able to eat or even talk ... i was too worried to think about anything else ... when he woke up i asked him how he was doing and he said fine but could not eat ... i was too upset that i went work at 7:00 Am i.e 1 hour earlier than my time just to run away from looking at him.
i was the first one to arrive at school ... finished a few paper work then i had a not so pleasant talk with a friend who said that my son will never forgive me because i did not go to a plastic surgeon. i felt weak and a little feverish and the minutes were too slow for the first session to begin.
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.... then the bell rang ... i took my copybooks and walked to my first class ... knocked at the door and said "besm allah al ra7man al ra7im" " In the Name of Allah" and entered... and suddenly i was someone else i was not the worried sick mum i was simply the teacher... i started talking to the girls about our project updates and how we will have a difficulty going to a bank at the regular working hours ... thought of some ideas to solve this but we needed the principle's approval ... i started to write today's objectives and i started my lesson... i was patient as i would be in one of my good mode episodes ... i was enthusiastic about warping all the objectives ... the student's had plenty of time to ask and solve and correct their work .. i even assigned them homework ... it was one of the good days although the lesson was somewhat theoretical with little applications.
and then came the next two sessions it was a boys class ... we laughed at the beginning, commented on some marks for the last quiz and then it took me just 10 minutes to explain the lesson and they took the rest of the 90 minutes working like crazy in a quest to finish their classwork assignment and it's feedback too.
to cut a long story short ... as soon as i started to look at my classroom and my students as the perfect getaway of my headache ... i felt soooo happy and alive .... i felt that this is my kingdom ... my private space ... or may be my personal playing area :)
the moment i entered my class i decided to put everything behind me and leave it at the door ... at the end of the session i felt happy with my achievement that i told the story to my friends and told them "could you tell that there was something wrong with me ??" ... they said No... and then it hit me .... PROFESSIONAL ... this is what the word means!
this was a perfect ending to my weekend .. which means that the next week is totally ruined !!
i woke up the next day thinking about my son how would he go to school ... would he be able to eat or even talk ... i was too worried to think about anything else ... when he woke up i asked him how he was doing and he said fine but could not eat ... i was too upset that i went work at 7:00 Am i.e 1 hour earlier than my time just to run away from looking at him.
i was the first one to arrive at school ... finished a few paper work then i had a not so pleasant talk with a friend who said that my son will never forgive me because i did not go to a plastic surgeon. i felt weak and a little feverish and the minutes were too slow for the first session to begin.
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.... then the bell rang ... i took my copybooks and walked to my first class ... knocked at the door and said "besm allah al ra7man al ra7im" " In the Name of Allah" and entered... and suddenly i was someone else i was not the worried sick mum i was simply the teacher... i started talking to the girls about our project updates and how we will have a difficulty going to a bank at the regular working hours ... thought of some ideas to solve this but we needed the principle's approval ... i started to write today's objectives and i started my lesson... i was patient as i would be in one of my good mode episodes ... i was enthusiastic about warping all the objectives ... the student's had plenty of time to ask and solve and correct their work .. i even assigned them homework ... it was one of the good days although the lesson was somewhat theoretical with little applications.
and then came the next two sessions it was a boys class ... we laughed at the beginning, commented on some marks for the last quiz and then it took me just 10 minutes to explain the lesson and they took the rest of the 90 minutes working like crazy in a quest to finish their classwork assignment and it's feedback too.
to cut a long story short ... as soon as i started to look at my classroom and my students as the perfect getaway of my headache ... i felt soooo happy and alive .... i felt that this is my kingdom ... my private space ... or may be my personal playing area :)
the moment i entered my class i decided to put everything behind me and leave it at the door ... at the end of the session i felt happy with my achievement that i told the story to my friends and told them "could you tell that there was something wrong with me ??" ... they said No... and then it hit me .... PROFESSIONAL ... this is what the word means!
I am very sorry for your son shafah allah wa3afah
ReplyDeletehope he will get well soon , and i can feel what is your thoughts all the time.I totally agree with you that the moment you start your class you are a different person and this is the teacher all over the world.
I too hope that all is well with your son, but your reflection highlights what we must do as "professional teachers." It does not mean that you are any less of a mother, but you took the time to give your students what they needed and they would love you all the more for it. Your stories reminded me of a few moments in my own career when I have had to leave the worries at the door. Eventually, the worries go away or are solved and your students remember the great teacher that they have had. All the best for the week ahead!
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