Greetings, friends of the Silver Blogger community, with a bit of nostalgia I come here to participate in the Memory Monday №37 promoted by @ericvancewalton. I am grateful to him for promoting this type of exercise where we rescue the best of our memories.
Remembering those who left a positive mark on me is a pleasure, because they changed my perception of teachers. First I must point out that when I studied teachers had the right to discipline their students using physical punishment, fortunately there are already laws that prohibit these actions. My father was an abuser, so were most people at that time, that marked my life.
When I went to school I found that female teachers also hit me. On one occasion I was taken to a school where the teacher was a man, who also carried a ruler in his hands, in a threatening manner. Fortunately, they took me out of there, but I developed an aversion to male teachers.
Although women also hit me, I had a teacher in third and fourth grade who was very ruthless and hit us with the ruler every day even if we weren't misbehaving. She said that everyone would pay for one. I had met two female teachers in fifth and sixth grade who didn't have such exaggerated behavior, but I already hated school.
When I entered high school and they gave me the names of the different teachers who would teach each class, I was worried because several of them were men; but everything had really changed there. I no longer saw aggression, although some had the bad habit of throwing the eraser at whoever was misbehaving. I hardly spoke at all, I was quite shy.
Until the teacher with the last name Arjona arrived, a tall, thin man in a dark suit, who intimidated me from the start, until he spoke and began to explain his subject, shorthand, a subject that is no longer used because technology has changed everything. The way this teacher held the chalk and drew each sign on the board, that clear way of explaining, his kindness, the softness of his voice, erased in one fell swoop the perception I had of the male teacher. What a friendly, respectful and attentive teacher! His way of explaining the classes with patience, a subject that was not easy, because it involved writing with signs and scribbles that were new to each one of us, but his way of teaching made it my favorite subject.
Why do I remember him as a good teacher? Because he changed my vision of teachers at that time, because he planted in me how a teacher should be in the classroom and I think that much of my behavior as a teacher, much later, I owe to him. He showed me that there was no need to shout or threaten or criticize or judge the other, to develop a subject and he also showed me that the secret was to make classes enjoyable, so that the student would be enthusiastic about the subject.
I still write shorthand when I want to take quick notes. I talked about this subject to a grandson and he was interested in wanting to know more and I have been giving him some classes, this is how the work of a good teacher transcends.
Thank you for your kind reading.
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I was not able to get an image from that time so I used some free ones from Pixabay.
I used Google translator.
I was fortunate to study in places where teachers did not mistreat students. I was mistreated by my classmates, especially the older ones who abused me because I was small and skinny. On more than one occasion a teacher protected me from my abusive classmates.
Thank you for sharing dear @charjaim . A big hug.