Why are students so smart about teachers

Sleepless

It's quiet in the house. Very quiet. After six weeks of house arrest in a much too small communal cell, calm has suddenly returned. No loud music, no constant chatter on the cell phone, no robbery-like raids in the kitchen. My child has been going back to school today. Only by the hour at first, on shift work, with a protective mask and a fearful heart, but at least she is out of the house. I have a storm-free place.

The relief at this can hardly be expressed in words. After six weeks of family jungle camp, I am allowed to hand my 15-year-old child back into trained pedagogical hands. And my gratitude is limitless.

Sure, somehow we survived the past few weeks with homeschooling, and it wasn't that bad at all. But it wasn't homeschooling after all! Even if this term was used in a continuous loop in the media and suggested that we will just move school home and otherwise continue as before, what we as parents did at home did not have much to do with a targeted curriculum to do. We had neither the necessary resources nor the necessary explanations.
Where should both have come from, as suddenly as this pandemic appeared? Working with Zoom, Teams and Skype may already be practiced in many offices, but in our schools, some of which cannot even afford a new wall painting, let alone computers for every student and every teacher, it seems like a leap forward Agriculture for the industrial revolution.

There are plenty of technical pitfalls: Of course, not all teachers and, above all, not all schools are prepared to create a perfect digital teaching program within a few weeks. The expectations seem to be very high, as if there had to be an emergency plan somewhere in a saved file for this extraordinary situation. In view of the poor digital equipment in schools, that would have been a surprise.

In theory, of course, you shouldn't have been careful at all with this whole homeschooling event. The child is old enough to do all household chores on their own. Actually. But while otherwise you don't even get to see this dull brooding over homework in the best case, because it is done while you are at work yourself, the pubescent desperation jumped at you every day in the home office like a big cat.

At the beginning there was definitely the thought: Hey, I am interested in what she is learning and how she is approaching it and in general, maybe it’s also fun to learn it together. (A naive thought, I know now.)

After our own work, we made ourselves smart with video tutorials and the school books in order to survive the learning stage the next day to some extent without causing too much damage to our own reputation in front of the child: What was the formula for calculating the volume of one again Pyramid, who faced each other at the Battle of Sedan and how do you write a letter of application for an internship in French?

I don't want to deny it, there were moments of success when I could watch my daughter drop the penny. And I put the coin in. But they weren't too numerous. Instead, I was often told thinly that you could learn better in school because things were explained there. That obviously my extravagant explanations did not fall under the heading of successful explanation. Oddly enough. Most of the time I was facing an unmotivated, lazy teenage boy who first struggled out of bed around noon and then to a desk.

It was at these moments that it dawned on me how terrifying it must be to have to face around 30 specimens of this type at 8 a.m. in the morning. What a superhuman achievement it is to motivate a bunch of lazy teenagers, to have fun and to anchor something permanently in such uneducated skulls. In short: my respect for teachers has increased exponentially in these weeks. Mainly because I had to find out from myself that you are not able to spark off sparks with your own educational magic wand every day. So far I've made it easy for myself and made teachers responsible for choosing this profession. However, the past few weeks have taught me a new respect.

Before this first normal school day, my daughter speculated a lot about how one could keep her distance in school and whether the break supervisor would drive the children apart, whether there was enough soap and whether one really kept such a mask on all day could. When, in response to a letter from parents, I wished our class teacher a lot of strength for this week, she wrote me back openly: Thank you, but I also feel very uncomfortable.

What she has every right to and what I can best understand, and yet as a parent you want teachers to be like rocks in the surf on such exceptional days. Because you yourself have constantly performed this balancing act in the past few weeks: speaking openly about the dangers of the pandemic, but at the same time not wanting to scare the children excessively. Pull yourself together, even if you sometimes just want to pull the covers over your head and hope that the next morning this damn virus has finally crept back to where it came from.

As of today, it's finally the turn of other adults to have to be constantly strong. Teachers who do every day what we parents had to do for the past six weeks: pull ourselves together, work, preferably with a smile that radiates security, so that the children get through this time as unscathed as possible.

I thank you teachers!

Tags: corona, family, homeschooling, puberty, school, teenagers
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From Tanja Weisz

Corona gives us a completely different view of our own child: If you suddenly have to teach alone, you become humble towards the teachers.

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