Dear friends,
I left you when I had a bump on my nose due to a huge book which had just
hit it. I also told you I spent the whole night completely absorbed
in that book as if it had been a masterpiece of erotic literature… but
I didn’t tell you what had happened before I started reading
it, or did it only happen in my dream? I can’t say, however,
I remember quite clearly that I had that book in my hands when from
its pages, as if they were a sort of Aladdin lamp, a smoky bluish
shape came out and quickly took the features of a wizard in his middle
age,
that
is a one-hundred-forty-six year old man.
Witchy: “Are you a magic creature or what else?”
T.G.: “
Of course I am a magic creature! We teachers are all magic creatures! Haven’t
you ever noticed that we appear in places as unfamiliar as classrooms at
fixed times and equally disappear from the same when the magic is over?”
Witchy: “Yes, but children always refer to the phenomenon as “a
nuisance” not as a sorcery… “
T.G.: “
That’s because their teachers are not effective teachers… I
mean they are unable to establish a good relationship between themselves
and their pupils”.
Witchy: “How can I know if I am
an effective teacher? I mean, I don’t think I am such one because
I usually have conflicts with pupils… you know, teenagers are not
easy to manage and they can get on your nerves very easily…
T.G.: “
It does not matter if you have conflicts! At work, at school or at home,
conflicts with others are inevitable. They are the moment of truth in a
relationship—a test of its health, a crisis that can weaken it or
an opportunity to strengthen it. By the way, what’s your name?"
Witchy: “Witch Hazel!”
T.G.: “
Thomas Gordon! Since we’ve talked about tests, I would like to administer
you a test that will assess your effectiveness as a teacher”.
Witchy: “Shoot!!”
T.G.: “Bang!” |
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