People need help

The older I get, the more I think people need help, not condemnation.

I’ve been a teacher for nearly 20 years.  I’m average, which is to say, quite good, I take my job seriously and I want to do it well but I don’t think I’m especially gifted or talented.

I haven’t always got on well with hostile teenage boys.  I’ve probably felt threatened by them.  I’m slowly coming to the conclusion that their behaviour means something.  Were they unhappy when they were three?  They would not have been able to express it-  but it has to come out.  It comes out in my classroom.

I would like to help them.   “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle,” said Plato.

When these boys-  and girls-  are twenty-five, or fifty-five, I’d like them to look back on me and think, “At least he tried to understand and help, even if he failed.”

That, and other things, would make it worth getting out of bed in the morning.