A school, a teacher, students, lessons ... The rustle of
chalk on the classroom blackboard and sunlight through windows , pages rustling
and whispering students’ notebooks pages are in these words. . They
reflect children’s fate, their whole lives which can be neither broken nor destroyed as children are
teacher’s perpetual motion. New classes and new students are our new life that we, teachers,
live with them. It’s our
educational philosophy. My memory turns
over the endless pages of my students
diary again and again.
So, I am a teacher. My students , funny
and serious, curious and very active as well as passive are with me from Monday
to Friday . In a word, they are
different. I’ll live a part of my life
with them. It means that my heart will
show me the way out of any challenge.
So, the first rule of my pedagogy has appeared: school laws are my
heart’s laws
I love my students. I listen to them,
restless and curious, and understand that I cannot imagine my life without them. I smile to them and get
their smiles in return. The second rule of my pedagogy was born: I open the
door to everyone who is open-minded.
It’s a cold December day outdoors. I’m
conducting the lesson. Suddenly I hear a child's exclamation: "Look: the
first snow !" The children rush
to the windows. They are so happy to see the first fluffy snowflakes, so I also want
to lean my face against the glass
and enjoy the first snow a lot. In such a way the third rule of my pedagogy has
appeared: to see myself in my students.
Today I’ve
had a lesson of happiness:
reading and writing, doing exercise and homework . It feels
of weightless: 45 minutes has passed
in one breath. I’ve left the
classroom smiling. I’ve got a lesson from my students-the lesson of happiness. The forth rule of my
pedagogy is: to be able to teach and
learn to be happy.
She
was a modest, shy and ,perhaps,
not the best of my students. She wasn’t very bright English learner. When
Marynka was not at school for a few days
because of her illness, I went to visit her. Her grandmother lead me to a
small, but sunny room. The room was full of various toys: bright, colorful,
large and small, funny and sad.
"All of them were sawn
by our Maryna”, grandmother responded to my inquiring glance. The fifth rule of my pedagogy : all flowers should grow.
When after school one of my students asks to explain a new theme or meanings of new words I feel
all my significance for him. It inspires
me - and I consider neither my time nor
my plans as ,at this moment ,he really
needs me. Therefore, the sixth and
the most important rule of my pedagogy
is to look in the direction you’re shining.
I often recall Eastern wise man’s words
addressed to all teachers that help me in my daily work “ Planting good
seeds in your students’ souls, do not wait till
they grow. Perhaps, you will not
see the sprouts during your life. But
they germinate and give good fruit. In
its own time! What do you need for it? It seems to me, to be a professional, to know and love what
you are doing. And then the
understanding of what is the most important to you will come. This is my
teaching philosophy.
