I do not write on the blog since Feb. 2. Not that I had nothing to say but I preferred to spend my free time organizing a recovery job for my class of 25 pupils of which, at the polls in the first quarter, only three had full sufficiency in almost all subjects . The entire class council faced a defeat glaring at the end of the year. For this reason I have not had time to devote to reading and writing. In life, sometimes you have to choose the priorities to be pursued with all one. Since I'm not the type that criticism but is committed to do, I decided to try a different route to bringing those unfortunate enough to students.
hapless students! This is the only appropriate definition that I found without offending them.
I started to put in the hands of their personal files to read carefully all the reviews that were written on their report cards since they set foot in the school last February. I read the fine. I could not believe my eyes to read that those I've found that gaps in the first quarter of this year if they bring back those guys from the first grade and, now, I'm in seventh grade. For the avoidance of doubt, I've had them this year. Last year, sixth grade, a teacher of literature have changed five times.
Even I had to assume my responsibilities. For four months I realized that something was wrong not only in their behavior but also in the study. I trust my colleagues, who have also occurred last year, and went forward. Nodes at the polls came to a head. The votes instead of misunderstandings reviews have revealed a cultural chasm that has swallowed them.
aftermath of the ballot is the Dean come to class during my hours to make sure my 2, 3, 4 were not a figment of my severity. But when he saw two pupils check the Iberian Peninsula in the French territory and realized that what I said in the peer was true.
Returning home after the polls I've come up with a phrase I had read:
"... Until the first year of high school is never too late to start from scratch, whatever they think of the requirements of the program! Not I certainly can not ratify a perennial lack of basics, systematically trim the buck to the next link! "
(Daniel Pennac, Journal of school, Milano 2008, p.. 116)
I thought long and hard that night and then I decided.
overall. Books, books, tasks already assigned, programming in progress, and so was prepared.
I talked for two hours at a time explaining to the students in no uncertain terms their state school from first grade. I have listened with bated breath. They understood that I was finally interested in them and not "to do my duty" as a teacher in good standing with the dictates of the Ministry. They understood. When I least expected a pupil, the more "desperate" to all points of view and the more left to itself because no-good, he raised his hand. I asked him to wait until I had finished speaking but not and waited with the spoken borgatara Vucciria has escalamato "professù you speak, speak and say giustu but Nantra but ffari about?".
Just this expression would have given him ten: 10 in listening comprehension in 10, 10 and 10 in accountability in conduct.
I told what to do.
"Tomorrow you leave home notebooks, books and other material that you have to work and just bring a folder of papers with links to related pages and perforated plastic bags. The text that we consider him to build along the way."
The next morning, the pews were adorned by their beautiful carpette of different colors. Someone had also bought colored paper. He looked like a spark of good hope. Some girls had bought the pink sheets. What's wrong? There is a lot of strange for girls of that neighborhood seems to cancel the femininity of women. I am heartened and began writing on the blackboard with the alphabet of the Italian language. As an exercise I gave the house to put some letters in alphabetical order dictated in bulk and some common names and proper.
