Reasons to be teachers
A few weeks back we had a series of teacher training sessions on the sources of our own motivation in choosing the teaching profession. It was educating to examine all individual motives and listen to the little stories behind our decisions, which, seemingly very different, often overlapped and boiled down to the same thing – the need for expression and creativity.
Here is our collective list of reasons for becoming teachers.
I love the English language. (given by 4 out of 7)
I want to contribute. (1/7)
I love to explain things. (1/7)
I believe in the value of education. 1/7)
I am good with people. (1/7)
The job gives opportunities to be creative. (1/7)
A teacher inspired me. (1/7)
I feel at home in the classroom. (1/7)
I like people who go into teaching. (1/7)
I like the exchange of ideas. ( 1/7)
I like to help people. (1/7)
Wierszalin
One evening, while visiting my family in Poland, I was taken on a surprise visit to the theatre. I’d not been to a theatre in Poland and was slightly apprehensive to begin with, as I’d been told the play we were going to see had caused controversy, particularly within the Church and definitely wasn’t for the faint-hearted.
We arrived in the small town where the theatre was supposed to be, but with no typical theatre in sight, only a small hut with crowds of people surrounding it. Seeing the only building in the vicinity with people around it, we went towards it and found that what we thought was just a small hut, was in fact the world renowned “Theatre Wierszalin”, our destination for the night.
(Martax)
The winter of 1565
Have you noticed? Every figure in the picture looks stooped and unnaturally bent forward: the hunters, the people by the fire, the two figures down there on the pond, in front, and all the skaters. Even those greyhounds are bent, they look so miserable and weird, remind me more of weasels than dogs. Is it because they are cold? It seems like a very severe winter. Or maybe they are an unhappy lot? The hunters return empty-handed. The village runs out of winter supplies. And on top of that the king imposed high duties this year…
No, it can’t be that. The soothing sensation that arises form contemplation of the painting tells me that this is just another winter afternoon in a faraway country inhabited by a nation different from all the other (the stooped figure being its characteristic trait), where dwarf-like people lead their perhaps hard, but definitely happy lives.
(michał_t)
