Of teachers and stuff
May. 13th, 2005 04:04 pmTeacher's Day in Colombia is next Sunday; May 15th. We celebrate it every year and since I'm a teacher, this year was no exception.
Last night, Colombo celebrated our day. We had a cocktail party which was really nice. Colombo gave us as present a book. It's a "journal" in my boss' words for us to write whatever we want. From our leson plans to our secrets. Jeremy told me "this journal is for you to keep on writing." That
was fun and cute.
Somethin beautiful about the journals, is that they have each teacher's name written on them. We were all kind of impressed by that. ^^
At the party, they made some raffles of lunches and wine. The table I was sitting on with my closest coworkers was the one who won the most. Marta and Carolina won free lunches for two (in Café Colombo, which is very fancy) and Pipe and I won a bottle of win each.
I went early, anyhow. It was final day today and I had to grade my students' exams. It was really nice to be with them this morning at 7 am and hear them tell me that they really liked me as their teacher. (usual reaction...it was only a month...hahahahahhahah...they won't see me 'till God knows when....)
I guess this is it for now...surely I'll write more later on. ^_~
Last night, Colombo celebrated our day. We had a cocktail party which was really nice. Colombo gave us as present a book. It's a "journal" in my boss' words for us to write whatever we want. From our leson plans to our secrets. Jeremy told me "this journal is for you to keep on writing." That
was fun and cute.
Somethin beautiful about the journals, is that they have each teacher's name written on them. We were all kind of impressed by that. ^^
At the party, they made some raffles of lunches and wine. The table I was sitting on with my closest coworkers was the one who won the most. Marta and Carolina won free lunches for two (in Café Colombo, which is very fancy) and Pipe and I won a bottle of win each.
I went early, anyhow. It was final day today and I had to grade my students' exams. It was really nice to be with them this morning at 7 am and hear them tell me that they really liked me as their teacher. (usual reaction...it was only a month...hahahahahhahah...they won't see me 'till God knows when....)
I guess this is it for now...surely I'll write more later on. ^_~
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Date: 2005-05-14 05:36 am (UTC)As a fellow teacher I understand satisfaction that comes with the knowledge of a job well done, and the recognition that comes with that.
You are obviously a good teacher, much-loved by your students, colleagues and superiors. I, on the other hand, am an evil teacher, and rarely enjoy such positive feedback.
Oh, cocktail parties and raffles, prizes, gifts, happiness and celebrations. It makes me smile just to think about it.
It makes my heart warm.
Education is such a rewarding field to work in, wouldn't you say?
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Date: 2005-05-14 07:15 pm (UTC)Let's not talk about being a good teacher...I've always told Juan I suck at it...hehehehehehhee
It was a really good time, Mo Cara. And yes, I had a terrific time.
The reward from education comes later, it's not instantly. Actually, today Juan and I were talking about my first formal students in a school, they were first graders. They must be so big now....and I'm growing older...JAJAJJAJAJA!!!!!
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Date: 2005-05-16 01:59 am (UTC)And about being a good teacher... we all have good moments and bad moments, I suppose. Anyhow, you are right... let's not talk about being good teachers... let's not even think about it. Heheehe.
We're teachers, and that's that.
There are some small rewards which are on the instant side in Language Teaching. Those moments when you see that a student has understood a particular concept, has kind of worked something out, with a little help from you... that "Eureka" moment when the takes a step toward total fluency.
Those times when a student says "I've been studying this language for six years and I never understood that until today." I love that.
But of course, the true reward is long term. It's at the end of the school year, when the students have completed their course. It's years later when you run into an ex student in the street.
I know exactly what you mean when you talk about those little kids getting so big. My first students were that age too...
They're young adults now.
You're growing older, I'm growing even older, everyone is, the universe is growing older, and one day it will end. It's kind of gets you down, doesn't it? sigh. (I'm joking)
Well, let's not talk about being good teachers, or about getting old.
Any plans for the hols?
Got any plans for the hols?