*Little children are like angels without wings. But if twenty of them are put in a class for you to teach, it turns out that some of them do have horns*
She was only six years old. She was the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen, with brilliant black eyes and long black eyelashes. She was a daughter every mother would dream of. Everything about her can be described in one word only. Perfect!
She was standing in front of the class, shouting to her classmates.
“Everybody!!! Please be quiet and listen to Miss S****…!!!”
It had been a chaos from the very beginning. Not really from the very beginning, though. The class was quiet when the schoolteacher was still there. When the time had come for English lessons, the schoolteacher smiled at me and left. Actually I would rather have her in the class, because once she left, there would be chaos.
A very few students remained on their seats (mostly girls). The others were running around, shouting, chasing each other, quarreling, hopping on their tables, turning chairs upside down, throwing away friend’s belongings, just mention it.
What am I supposed to do? Well, since you are the teacher, I guess you should teach them. Welcome to the real world, my friend.
I had just graduated from faculty of education, English department, and I can speak a little bit of (hopefully) good English. But I wasn’t equipped with sufficient knowledge, as how to calm the second-grade-elementary students, and how to make them sit nicely and listen to the teacher’s words.
Like a statue, I was standing near the door, busy thinking of what to do next. And there she was, doing all she could to discipline her classmates. It was her responsibility because she was appointed to be the head of the class.
Well, I was the teacher. It was actually my responsibility. I should never burden the adorable little girl. I smiled, thanked her, and suddenly I felt my spirit rise! I’m the teacher, rite? I’ll do what I have to do.
I walked to the middle of the room with the smile still on my face, shouting as loudly as possible.
“WHO WANTS TO PLAY???”
Of course everybody WANTS to play!!!
Then we sang along together.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…
Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is just a dream… (2x)
Catch a fish, throw it away
Catch a fish, throw it away
Catch a fish… what is it?
It’s a shark!!!
The song ended, and the beautiful teacher (narsis amat seh!!! red.) suddenly grew her sharp teeth and became a vicious SHARK!!!
“Aaaaaaaa…!!!” The students ran away from the shark to save their lives. Some of them climbed the tables. Some of them stood on the chairs. But the shark managed to catch several students! Yummy…!
After 5 minutes or so, the teacher decided it was time to stop playing. She shouted once more.
Of course, everybody was tired. The time had finally come to study.
“I have stickers for those who can sit nicely in five… four… three… two… one…!!!”
‘Sticker’ is a magic word. Everybody sat nicely in five seconds.
Thanks to the great LITTLE motivator. I should never give up.
*As rice paddy to Indonesian people, as stickers to teachers*