Looking back those times when I was still in college, whenever the end of the term was near, there was always a feeling of excitement that soon you will be relieved of the pressures of school (and have the time to rest) . Alongside this feeling of relief was of course the anxiety about your grades.
Everything else was focused on what I've done and the results. There was never (as far as I can remember) an instance when I thought of how my professors felt about the end of a term. Not until I've experienced the role of a teacher that I'm now thinking about how they felt and what was on their minds.
Last Thursday was the the last lecture day. Honestly, I feel that the sem ended too fast. I think it was too short to bring to the students all the things they need to learn. And of course, too short for my students to actually learn given their capacities.
While the end of a term means relief (until you've submitted their grades), it also means anxiety. There's a bit of guilt in me. I'd like to believe I was not efficient and effective enough in bringing my students what they need to acquire. Or maybe I'm again in a paranoia.But when I asked them if they've learned from the course, all of them said yes. Yeah, do I expect them to say no?
Their grades aren't good. Did they learn?
They didn't perform well. Is it my fault?
They said they learned. Aren't they lying?
But I'm just here to facilitate learning. Everything else is on their hands.
The suffering of a teacher doesn't end even if it's already the closing time of the term. I think it persists whenever you see your former students in not-so-good condition. On the other hand, there's also a sense of perennial success whenever you see your former students doing good in their chosen fields.
Everything else was focused on what I've done and the results. There was never (as far as I can remember) an instance when I thought of how my professors felt about the end of a term. Not until I've experienced the role of a teacher that I'm now thinking about how they felt and what was on their minds.
Last Thursday was the the last lecture day. Honestly, I feel that the sem ended too fast. I think it was too short to bring to the students all the things they need to learn. And of course, too short for my students to actually learn given their capacities.
While the end of a term means relief (until you've submitted their grades), it also means anxiety. There's a bit of guilt in me. I'd like to believe I was not efficient and effective enough in bringing my students what they need to acquire. Or maybe I'm again in a paranoia.But when I asked them if they've learned from the course, all of them said yes. Yeah, do I expect them to say no?
Their grades aren't good. Did they learn?
They didn't perform well. Is it my fault?
They said they learned. Aren't they lying?
But I'm just here to facilitate learning. Everything else is on their hands.
The suffering of a teacher doesn't end even if it's already the closing time of the term. I think it persists whenever you see your former students in not-so-good condition. On the other hand, there's also a sense of perennial success whenever you see your former students doing good in their chosen fields.
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