I
did some educational practices that pushed into classrooms while I was a
student, but the feeling of being front a group is something quite different,
it‘s an indescribable responsibility. the eyes of children when they entered to
the classroom made me wish to run away, but an innocent question convinced me
it was worth to try: are you we going to teach us to read more than tales?.
More
than tales?... Didn’t they know all my problems to read their names?.
I
started asking them to choose a card and writing their names on it, and placed
it on their chest where everyone could see it. They were fascinated just like
me by the colors. It seemed as if they were seeing by first time the mountains
of Colorado or an Iphone. I asked to tell one by one their names and their
favorite song. We spent the first two hours between new sounds and many laughs.
I was kid again!.
During
the lunch recess, children were proud showing their cards to other children, I
look at them with some sense of pride until I was interrupted by the director and
the school psychologist: “what is it?”, psychologist asked me.
The question seemed silly but completely relaxed I told her that they were
colorful cards in which the children had written their names. The Director
looked at me and I could clearly feel as her eyes were piercing in mine, and said
in a loud voice, as if she were talking to her phone: “I thought it had become
clear that this is not a school in which the differences are allowed. Colors
cards are prohibited, you may use cards of the same color, but do not make differences
between children”.
I
could not believe it, but I kept calm, and answered her as if I knew what he
was talking about: there would be discrimination if not all children would have
cards, but all of them chose the card they wanted and they all have one. If you
want one, I can give you one. That was the first time that I understood why sometimes
simple things become complex.
Both
professionals of education began to walk, and without looking at me the
Director said almost in a shout: “I will be waiting for you this afternoon in
my office”.
When
we returned to our classroom, a girl gave me a candy: "I kept it for you"
she told me with a peaceful innocence. I took it as if it was the key of a
Lamborghini, and I could only say thank you.
During
the last hour, almost I could pronounce all the names, there were only two
Latin children whose names were riddled with Rs that could not speak clearly,
but I decided that before the end of the week I would have everything under
control. Finally, there is nothing more meaningful to someone call you by our
own name.
At
the end of the class, I looked at the bare walls of our classroom and I thought
it would be good to have a little color, but I remembered that the Director
wanted to see me. Perhaps I should you request permission to decorate it?. It
saddened me a little that children felt well with me during our first day and a
couple of weeks the Director could ask me to leave.
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