It is an impossible sacrifice parents don't know teachers make to make children an educated graduate.
I see my teachers taking every innovation possible, even if materials are unavailable in school, they innovate teaching aids to make learning more vibrant. Our parents wouldn't know that efforts such as these are beyond books. Not everything needed to be used to make drama in the classroom is provided to teachers by the ministry. The creativity and versatility of teachers is what make learning an inspiring experience.
If teaching was walking into the classroom with a confidence of a subject like a sage with answers to all complex queries, anyone today can brace any class with a little bit of effort. Teaching require a motherly feeling to make every possibility possible to explain concept in a way each child can understand. Teaching require sacrifices costlier than the limits of remuneration, creativity richer than any artist and patience as immovable as a mountain.
A teacher expects to make every child in class understand the concept the way he does believing that every child has the potential to fathom knowledge. Teacher sees every child in his future as a successful person, and would not give up as long as there is a faintest of effort from a child. A teacher forgets that a student is not his biological child and thus worries when child fails, scorn his weakness to inspire him, admonish his failure, celebrate his success, and hopes results no less than excellence!
Teachers’ holidays and weekends are no vacation. Even at home, they think of children, study for the class and plan for other works. Teachers have no freedom to walk the street in fashionable dresses, drink wine in open spaces or be free like others to yell and cry out even for celebrations.
Our parents become annoyed when their son is punished, and often uses law to corner teacher even if the child is not harmed to hurt. But, a teacher fails to remind himself that he is a teacher for others' children such that his profession often blinds him to display concern and care, correction and contentment. I wonder if any other human would do everything beyond time and leisure with joy and patience to make other's dream come true.
A car mechanic charges two hundred for the bolt he fixes, an electrician charges three hundred for a switch point he installs, a cesspool drainage man commands thousand for an hour; and such is a price for repair and renovation! What value would we score on a teacher who makes manhood out of those diverse children even after the bell call the day off? What price can we pay teachers, when an addict is corrected, when an aggressive is calmed, when the broken hearts are mended, when the truant is trained, when the delinquent is disciplined, when the warblers are made wise, when rough is honed, when the lost is tossed in the right path, when the lethargic becomes leaders...
These men and women ask not the remuneration but the respect and appreciation from all those who are but not teachers! I wonder if there is any work more difficult than working with dozens of children to make them men we hope they become.
A teacher performs work of a god like servants, even against his health and comforts. There are teachers who walk on a crutch even when his feet is hurt, who leaves a baby to come to school before maternity leave concludes, teachers who expends from her pockets to buy a child good shoes, teacher who stays awake into midnight preparing for a lesson, teacher who learn songs to model although he is not a singer, teacher who embraces those without parents to let them weep on his shoulders, teacher who hides his beer glass when students walk into the restaurent. Can there be another God?
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