Taking up a school job is a recent development in my life. Before
joining this very well-known school of my city, I was having an impression that
knowing my subject well, willingness to make my kids understand the concept and
lot of hard work on weak kids would be enough to deliver well in my job. But
unexpectedly this job came out to be much more than that. Very first day I
experienced work place politics. I was called to the Pricipal’s office and was
told that phones are not allowed in classrooms. I was like are you kidding me?
Being a maths teacher I can’t afford to miss a single minute. Because a minute
means one more sum on the board, clearing one more doubt of a confused student.
Yeah so the point is someone went to the principal with the fabricated
information. I did use phone but in lunch break. One can’t use phone in their
free time is way too conventional in the area of imposing regulations.
After the first very hectic week, we were given deadline to submit
the Formative 1 Report card. In this computer era, teachers got to write names,
address, birthdates even parents’ occupation on the report card manually. I was
like, Are you kidding me?. I said Ok lets do it. Heavy rains and other parallel
work messed up with my plan of completing it way too before the deadline and weekend
arrived. My coordinator insisted on taking the report cards home and complete
them on Sunday. Again I was like, Are you kidding me? School controls my Saturdays but excuse me I
would never in my dreams allow them to control my Sundays. If my course lags I
will work any day any number of hours
but Report cards can definitely wait a day.
And then it was my second visit to Principal’s Office, fortunately she
was ok with the Idea of submitting the fully filled reports after a day.
This had just not ended and deadlines of submitting registers and
lesson plans were announced. This time I was over enthusiastic for completing
both the tasks before anyone could imagine. And guess what they told me black
pen and whiteners are not allowed in registers. I was like, Are you kidding me?
What makes the difference with color of the pen we use in register and why we
can’t do any mistakes? Unless you get the required information from the
registers, why black pens and whiteners should matter. Rot in hell... those
education inspectors who check calibre of a teacher by looking at the
presentation in most useless document- register.
This episode of register conditioning had already driven me crazy
and then comes the instruction of a co-ordinator that teachers got to manually
copy the syllabus in the log book ditto from the print outs. One more time, I
was like... Are you kidding me. Why to waste time in copying same information
when you can stick the print outs. I chose the simple way of sticking the
printouts. Now waiting for my call from the Principal’s office.
Teachers
are not clerks.. Our Education system has to first start acknowledging teachers
for their teaching abilities to change the present scenario.
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