Sunday, December 23, 2007

What if..

Noble as the teaching profession is, I am not cut out for it, so I’ve never considered it among my career options. But say, if in a parallel universe I somehow become one, I’d probably teach a course that I myself enjoy- like Monochromatic Drawing or Communication Skills (some of the courses I actually look forward to attending, back in Diliman).

The thing I hate the most is repeating myself- I mean one probably would handle at least five classes, right? What am I supposed to do, deliver the same lecture over and over (including punchlines to my jokes)? That was why I refused to be part of the Training department once, at work. They lacked trainers that time, so Team Managers had to fill in temporarily. It was a simple class about certain software which I knew by heart, but twenty minutes into it I was bored out of my wits. I preferred the excitement and tension at the call center floor itself, where the agents actually handled live calls.

Teaching art is easy, I imagine, since students are pre-screened- they need to have the inclination for it. It is just a matter of teaching and applying techniques to broaden the student’s skills.

Comm 1, on the other hand is a requirement for everybody, whether one has an inclination for it or not. I remember my professor, a Jesuit priest who wrote a column for the Today newspaper, he was quite sharp for an old man (probably in his late sixties or early seventies at that time, I’m guessing) and was a delightful speaker. I looked forward to his classes even if it was at 7:00 am on a Monday morning.

I’d probably do the same thing- 70% of the time, the class would be made to compose one essay after another, the rest will be devoted to reading the Classics followed by a discourse after each book.

I’m a lazy person, so my grading method would probably make use of rubber stamps with comments like: “You suck!” (kidding, of course), or “Vanilla” (for those lacking flavor), or perhaps “Sublime!” to those who deserve it. It is probably better to tell it like it is, right? Or perhaps sugarcoat it a bit- “It’s almost there, dearie. You just need to work on your style.” Or maybe just a plain, “Your composition put me in a coma, good thing my cleaning lady revived me.”

Seriously though, I’ve promised one day to volunteer as a teacher at my beloved Leyte National High School. A sort of thank you for all those years of public education. Good Lord, I hope I don’t become one of those teachers who say, “Ok class, kopyahin ang nakasulat sa blackboard at bigkasin ng paulit-ulit hanggang mag-time!”

4 comments:

Mink: The Arabian Paladin said...

My mum and two of my aunts are teachers, for my first job- i applied as instructor in the university where i graduated but failed in the demo (luckily). if not im still stuck there and will not be able to go abroad, but teaching is the noblest profession of all, so im proud to be a part of a family where teachers are valued and honored.

Phoenix said...

@ mink: that's true! takes an amazing amount of patience though.. and such an awesome responsibility!

chase said...

ako rin.. ayaw ko talaga mag turo..
i dunno.. i guess im scared.
diba they say na is the students aren't doing well, well, there must be something wrong with the teacher or the teaching strategy..

but gusto ko ma try.
like the teaching strategy of our terror political science teacher.
terrorizing students.. bwuahahahaha.. (evil laugh)

Phoenix said...

@ chase: haha how true! totoo yan, may mali sa teaching strategy o sa teacher pag yung mga students pangit ang performance..

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