Sidi Ifni, Morocco
Sidi Ifni, Morocco
I begin to feel that my recollections of my schooldays are dimming day after day. That is why I seize every opportunity to put them onto paper. It is the pupils in my class that bring me back to them, particularly when I take notice of a personality similar to mine. Here, I would say that learning styles that pupils tap into tell a lot about the nature of their personality. I have learned that many pupils merely represent different sorts of people that I come across in everyday life. To me, a class would suffice to understand any society, for through it, one will be able to give voice to, and to understand, every individual.
Even though so demanding, the teaching profession has helped me get closer to people with different personalities, including mine. Some pupils, for instance, have taken to dressing more fashionably, while others have not. Some others take a great delight in devouring every newly-taught lesson, whereas others feel that it is no use racking their brains. One can, therefore, deduce that seldom do pupils delight in both the aforementioned interests at the same time. Some are obsessed with the latest clothes, while others are so fond of studies. Nobody can deny that this too is the case outside the classroom.
Out of my experience, I once looked forward to satisfactory work on the part of a really pretty pupil, but in the end, she did not live up to my expectations at all. From that time onwards, I begin to distrust appearances more intensely both inside and outside the class. Still single, I sometimes couldn’t help thinking of a pretty pupil as a would-be wife of mine. However, on the stage, it is as though I spoke with some pupils at cross purposes. Female pupils who are slow on the uptake usually stare at me for so long at a time when pretty ones seem as if they are ready to shrug their shoulders out of disinterest.
In life, at large, I have already extrapolated from the comportment in question that people with beauty and wealth tend to flock with those who have the same feather as theirs. It is very likely that I will be treated as a mere brother in case I propose to a beauty and as a lover in case I ask a simpleton’s hand. The remark I have noticed in class is no different from that of outside the class.
Irrespective of the remarkable decline of the level of pupils of today, I have observed that the majority of high achievers at school are either born to poor parents or born with a complex. Countless are the pupils who have proved this truism. I am so glad that I have experienced teaching a wealthy pupil and a poor one.
Only towards the end of the school year did I discover that the former turned out to be the lowest achiever, while the latter, the highest one. Once again, like in class, in everyday life, necessity too is the mother of creativity, achievement and greatness. Pupils born to rich parents rarely have time for studies, for they hold the misconception that every dream of theirs is already at hand. So few of the latter are mature enough to think that wealth is not always enough for one to become an intellect.
The remainder of the class comprises mere aspirants who simply wait for the right moment to rise. I am so sad that people belonging to this category are few and far between. I once joined them as a pupil when some of my teachers disparaged us and laughed at the manner we pronounced some French words. Self-effacing pupils have come into being as a consequence of complexes, such as shyness, introversion and stage fright. I strongly believe that once they overcome them, they will rise higher and higher and thus leave ex-achievers behind. I myself experienced this shift a long time ago.
I have come to the conclusion that the personalities of these pupils are complementary with one another in that defects are not in the least the same. One’s strength is another’s weakness and vice versa. People, therefore, need to assemble around a certain task so as to best accomplish it. It is also because opposites attract as the saying goes. Yet, it is also a consolation to me that one polishes defects through years in the same manner as pupils grow in maturity, experience and knowledge through the school years. I am glad that my class has taught me this.