Anil Emage - My space
My math teacher, who solemnly held me for a true example of
being the worst student in the class of 10th, would meet the shock
of his life if he was unfortunate to witness any one of my training sessions.
Only with trembling heart beats could I attend this
teacher`s lessons.
“He is a bad example for all of you!”
He added fervently to my bench mate and a bright student in
his standard:” if you continue to sit with him, you are going to spoil your
life. Better escape!”
Self-esteem is the best asset any student can and should
possess, I feel. I lost 50% of it in my math periods, but somehow balanced it
with language and history classes.
I was a very introverted boy. Books were the best friends
and continuous reading caused my vision to blur. Reading the chalk entries on
black boards became an impossible task. Still I didn’t tell my family or friends
about my problem. I couldn`t read the math equations and steps my teacher wrote
on the board and naturally math lessons became living nightmares. All I could
do was to copy my friend’s notebook. Whatever mistakes he made was mine too.
My math teacher took
a sadistic pleasure in tormenting me, especially in front of girls. He couldn’t
identify the problem with my vision. He didn’t try to know why I was week in math;
he didn’t give me a willing ear to listen to my problems in his subject.
This is the 15th year of my life as a teacher.
Almost all my classes I ask this question to my students:
“Can you see what I wrote on the board properly?”
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