Wednesday, October 8, 2008

20 years experience with teachers

october 8 2008

I'm celebrating 20 years of experience with schools.

With 6 children in the system I can say I know quite a bit about good and bad teachers, honest educational efforts and lots of hidden negligence.

I simply love some of the teachers of my children. They've become good friends and whenever I meet them, a breeze of inspiration flows right through me.
They care they took of the children who were trusted to them was without boundaries, and they did all they could to make the years as happy as could be.
They succeeded.
Oh yes they did.
My children slept well, woke up happy and went to school without the slightest problem, came back full of stories and radiated happiness. They were relaxed and felt on the top of the world.
Even my autistic boy showed almost no signs of troubles, nor did the others.

Acceptance and real interest in the child creates miracles.

I feel grateful for those years, and sometimes days, because I've seen fill-ins like angels. They came to take over for one day and made a lasting impression.

But some others have caused lots of pain and stress.
Maria Montessori has turned in her grave many times.
Not to speak of the other saints who are linked to schools forever.

I'm still not able to tell why some people have chosen to be and stay a teacher.
Are they incapable of reflecting on their daily behaviour and intentions?
Or do they have such strong egos that they can wash away the pain and stress they cause day after day?

I've seen hard working, motivated children change into silent, introverted kids who were afraid of failure and who had no self-confidence left.
More than once I've seen groups of parents take their children to another school because they couldn't cope with a certain teacher anymore, and more than once I've involved the schoolinspection in cases where the well being of young people was in danger.

20 years of experience.

When I started I thought teachers were far better than other people. That they had set themselves high standards, because they had an enormous sense of responsibility.

I expected to meet the same kind of people who taught me so much.
And as I said before, I've met some on my way.

But they're like an almost extinct group.

Right now I'm dealing with some teachers who think the world of themselves.
They almost choke in their own self-righteousness, and the only reason why their backbone is straight is because their pride and blindness for the feelings of others supports it.

After 20 years of dealing with all sorts of teachers I still don't know how to get my message across to the persons who should decide about the education of my autistic son.
It's a brick wall and iron skulls I have to break, and even when I would succeed I doubt whether the amount of brain tissue (if any) is able to function properly.
Are they without hearts, do they come from a different planet?
Why on earth do they tell me they care?

It would be lonely to be the only one with the same feelings, but I'm not.
But those other parents have normal children, who can tell themselves that better times will come.

This afternoon I thought that maybe I should go on hungerstrike to get my message across. Or chain myself to the porch of the school.
But it wouldn't help at all. They would declare me insane and take my children away.

All I can hope is that divine intervention will stop these people from thinking and feeling the way they do.
Something needs to happen to give my son a night of relaxed sleep, feelings of hope during the day and self-confidence.
Something needs to happen to raise this child above himself and give him purpose in life.

There is more in life than education to the letter, at a school that's contra-indicated by his psychiatrist.

Give him the chance to find out who he is.
Maybe he's a painter, a sculptor, or a good gardener.
Maybe he can just sit with the elderly and smile, read them a book or bring them their tea.

He deserves as much time he needs to get to know himself.

Maybe the people behind the brick walls and iron skulls need to take the same time to get to know themselves too.


  1. Hi Laane,

    I agree with you about teachers. There are some dedicated ones and some that you wonder why they chose that profession. I was lucky with my time in the school system as a para educator. My last eight years, I worked with a most dedicated man. He really cared about the success of each and everyone of the special needs children in his program.
    BTW, thanks for stopping by and leaving your comment. If you get a chance come back and read my reply. I think you are one awesome lady. You've got my utmost respect!

  2. Laane
    Do I ever agree with you. I watched one of my children losse interest in his fav. subject and his future dream career because of a teacher and all I could do is pray for the end of the year! As luck would have it, he has the same teacher this year (3 years later) but this time he feel more confident to take her on.
    thanks for you post

  3. hi laane,

    i have something for you,


  4. hi laane,

    you are most welcome, you deserve it too. i have the follow me widget up on my site. ;) i should have put it a long time ago, lol. but i keep on forgetting. thanks for reminding me.

    best regards

  5. Maybe I'm old-fashioned, or just plain old, but back when I was going to school it seemed that teachers were much more involved.

    Having said that, I think that teachers today have a much more difficult task because of the attitude of a lot of the kids who don't respect their teachers.

  6. As in so many other aspects of our lives, it turns out that we can't just rely on others always to do the right thing without guidance and supervision from us. Good for you for being your son's lifelong advocate.

  7. The most important thing is you are their wonderful & the real teacher of your lovely children.
    Thanks for your lovely comment.


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