This week I will not write a silly happy blog about
fun activities or reflections. Rather I will focus on a topic that is rarely
discussed yet according to statistics it is becoming more and more frequent.
Cyberbullyingis the act of harming or harassing viainformation
technologynetworks in a repeated and deliberate
manner. According to U.S. Legal Definitions, "cyber-bullying could be
limited to posting rumors or gossips about a person in the internet bringing
about hatred in other’s minds; or it may go to the extent of personally
identifying victims and publishing materials severely defaming and humiliating
them."
It is becoming so frequent in schools across the globe that
there have been several organizations formed with a goal of informing students
that this is a crime as well as preventing it as much as possible. In United
States there is a Cyberbullying Research Center and in the UK a non-profit
cyberbullying association informs parents, teachers and students themselves about
this very serious issue.
Today, in
my G2 class we had a listening exercise about ageing in UK. At one point, it
said that “women live longer in UK than men.” After the listening exercise, I
asked my students if they think that is true and why. Their response was “women
have easier jobs, for example teaching.” I have to admit that I wasn’t very
happy with that answer and I am sure that my face expressed that – mostly
because my lesson prior to this one was with the notorious G3 class – where
once again I had to repeat myself about 3 times and tell each individual
student at least once to stop talking, put away their phone, open the book etc.
(In other words, a spectacle I hope I don’t experience again.)
Now, of course
I prefer my job… to almost any other job that there is and certainly think it
is much easier than digging ditches or hauling bricks… but to hear someone hint
that my job is easy is more than annoying… exasperating… infuriating… maddening…(you
get the idea, right?)
So, dear
students, I am going to tell you why our jobs as teachers are actually at least
challenging if not hard. Is it the long hours of sitting at home preparing
worksheets, researching best teaching material? Nope. Is it strain of standing
in front of grumpy, sleepy and hormonal teenagers? Nope. Is it the lingering
evenings spent on grading papers and reading often very amusing and at times
monotonous answers? Nope. Not even the abundant trips to stationary shops to
buy colored pens and stickers make it.
So, what
is it?
You come
to us as inexperienced young kids, naïve and willing to do everything we say.
In a matter of few years, you mutate into young men and women that have their
own peculiar opinions and are ready to take on the world. When I say that you
are ready, I mean you are ready – a force to be recon with. And in those couple
of years we (teachers) learn to like you, we learn to respect you and we learn
to teach you the best we can. Call me sentimental, maybe it is the end of the
year nostalgia that is coming over me, or maybe today I’ve looked at the faces
of my G2 and G3 students and thought to myself “we teachers see you daily, we
talk to you and we laugh with you” and in a way it is very hard to acknowledge
that your red, pimpled faces one day will walk away and will never turn around
… and only a small glimmer of hope burns in us that something we said will stay
with you and help you take on that world.
So to all
the red, pimpled students taking on the world this year (in a week as a matter
of fact), on behalf of all the teachers, I would like to wish you all the best
of luck and fulfillment in your life. It is your life, cherish it and make the
best of it.
And here
is one of all time favorites - just for you.