Saturday, 17 February 2018
I'd fall into reverie only to be suddenly brought back to reality by a red faced pedagog slamming down a desk lid or slapping the back of my head.
Unable to face the role they themselves played in my lack of interest they often wrote on my school reports something akin to: He is always daydreaming in class. He must learn to pay attention.
The problem was I was bored.
Traditional teaching methods made me despair. I decided to teach myself and often spent hours in the public library where I accumulated dangerous knowledge and presented challenges to my teachers; my discovery that theVikings were in America long before Columbus for example.
You can imagine they didn't know what to make of me. They often resorted to the cane. Why doesn't he shut up and get on learning these important dates and this useless information we are feeding him, they probably thought.
This morning from Focus I translated a scientific article on how to store tomatoes correctly.
The last time I was in a school was as a volunteer English teacher. It was bedlam. Children, who hadn't had breakfast, shared crisps in the classroom - and often during the lessons! During the break period games of football went on in the corridors. And sometimes went on up and down the stairs.
When I questioned a member of staff. The reply was: The school field is too muddy!
If they don't go outside and burn off some energy I'm going home and not coming back, I said.
They went outside. A playtime outside was a thing most of them had never or only rarely experienced.
I couldn't believe the joy in their faces.
There's a lot more to education and school life than sitting in a class and taking it in like a sponge.