Good god, I haven't been here for ages!
Jun. 4th, 2019 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepurplekoalaI'm almost done with this semester at uni, I presented one of my projects yesterday, I'm working on my 2nd project currently, this is what this entry is about. So...
Two things you need to know about me: 1) I used to study Letters, almost graduated, then had to give up as I couldn't afford the course anymore, so years later got my scholarships and found myself on the Design area where I am MUCH happier. 2) The term for more scholarship instates that I need to do 16 extracurriculars hours every semesters which constitutes of a project. Every semester, there's a theme, this semester's theme was "the education we want for the future.", sounds beautiful on paper.
Basically, we had to go back to our old schools (mostly state schools, rough) and perform a project that would improve the school in any way shape or form. Anything the school needed, we would be there to help! So off I went, and the principal went "can you help with conflict solving?" yeah sure! How hard can it be? "Great! You'll be working with the 6th graders, because they are... Difficult." Fine! Then on Monday, we started. And my god, "difficult" doesn't even begin to cover what they are. Those little children are the fucking devil. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. We're working with 3 classes, one on each day. Monday, today and Friday. On Monday they were noisy, they ran off but they ended up getting into the spirit and helping each other, and us, out. But today, oh my god, absolutely no respect for nothing and no one. I ended up having to restart my "teacher mode" and telling them off! I surprised myself...
Here's what they had to do, half of the children wore a blindfold and half not, those that didn't were not aloud to speak. With all of them holding a piece of string and standing together forming a circle, they had to work together to form a triangle with the string. That was all, and today's class couldn't do it. On Monday they even formed a hexagon!
When I had to give up on my education before, I cried, that's when my depression started, but fuck, today I see that was genuinely for the best. It's not for me. I salute teachers. Keep fighting.
Two things you need to know about me: 1) I used to study Letters, almost graduated, then had to give up as I couldn't afford the course anymore, so years later got my scholarships and found myself on the Design area where I am MUCH happier. 2) The term for more scholarship instates that I need to do 16 extracurriculars hours every semesters which constitutes of a project. Every semester, there's a theme, this semester's theme was "the education we want for the future.", sounds beautiful on paper.
Basically, we had to go back to our old schools (mostly state schools, rough) and perform a project that would improve the school in any way shape or form. Anything the school needed, we would be there to help! So off I went, and the principal went "can you help with conflict solving?" yeah sure! How hard can it be? "Great! You'll be working with the 6th graders, because they are... Difficult." Fine! Then on Monday, we started. And my god, "difficult" doesn't even begin to cover what they are. Those little children are the fucking devil. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. We're working with 3 classes, one on each day. Monday, today and Friday. On Monday they were noisy, they ran off but they ended up getting into the spirit and helping each other, and us, out. But today, oh my god, absolutely no respect for nothing and no one. I ended up having to restart my "teacher mode" and telling them off! I surprised myself...
Here's what they had to do, half of the children wore a blindfold and half not, those that didn't were not aloud to speak. With all of them holding a piece of string and standing together forming a circle, they had to work together to form a triangle with the string. That was all, and today's class couldn't do it. On Monday they even formed a hexagon!
When I had to give up on my education before, I cried, that's when my depression started, but fuck, today I see that was genuinely for the best. It's not for me. I salute teachers. Keep fighting.
