The school systems, that still zoomed in on the grades, and neglected how there are, the various kinds of talents, like the artistic, musical sides, of the students, and these students who don't excel in the academia, gets, shunned, it's the system that needs to shift its focus toward the fact that children are, intelligent in their own different, ways, that NOT every child learns the same way…translated…
The First Time I'd Made a Perfect Score, Ranked Top of My Class, I Was, Overjoyed, Let it Gotten to My Head, with No Sense of Awareness that Underneath the Glasses, There Was the Disappointments & Doubt………...
At the afternoon nap hours, I'd put my head on the desk, turned to my side. The boy sitting next to me started carrying a conversation with me in a hushed, voice, suddenly, I saw his eyes, shut in a panic, and, without any time to react, that burning feeling, the four fingers of my instructor's palm, imprinted onto my, right, cheek.
The male classmate wasn't caught, he was the head of class, intelligent, well-behaved, excellent in the academia, no matter what he did, he will be all right. In the elementary years, I'd often talked out of turn, wasn't good in school, didn't look at all or behaved as a girl would. I'd asked the head of class, why he got to visit our homeroom instructor's home? He'd chuckled, "You can too, uh-huh……just keep on, dreaming and, waiting."
My homeroom instructor's handwriting was very beautiful, she'd stood very tall, with a slender, pointy face, her hair trimmed to short. Every time she'd appeared outside of the classroom door, the air would freeze, and the naughtiest boys in class, didn't dare to move a single, muscle. I'd, wanted to, copy her handwriting, but, no matter how I'd tried, I couldn't, duplicate her handwriting.
At nap, there were the teachers from the other classes, coming to visit with her. The group of female instructors, tiptoed into the class, admired her newly purchased scarves, the accessories, and her silky dress. They'd first, patted the turquoise colored, silk scarf, then tried on the agate, emerald necklace, and I'd, always, daydreamed and watched them in secret, in the glowing light reflected in from the glass windows, there's that, simple wonder that transpired in the, classroom.
theory of M.I. by Howard Gardner...from online
The homeroom instructor had the head of class to enter into the recitation competition, he'd worn that ironed-to-perfect white uniform, with the curves of his chin, turned, the way our homeroom instructor looked upon him, I thought her eyes were, glowing. She'd never used that sort of a gaze on any one of us. There came, that strong feeling, and I couldn't tell if it was envy, or admiration. That made me longed to be looked upon like that too.
At the beginning of a new semester, our homeroom instructor encouraged us to improve our grades, and set the rules, of however made six one hundreds, then, the student will receive a huge present from her.
On the day the grades were, revealed, I'd recalled it lucidly, the miracle came to me, I stood by her desk, as she was, about to, hand me my graded, exam, from the gold rim of her glasses, she'd, glanced over at me. That was, the very first perfect score, the first time I was, the head of the class, I allowed the joy to go over my head, without realizing, that there were, the doubts, the disappointment, that was there, in my instructor's, eyes underneath her, glasses. After that, I'd, started, hoping for the perfect scores, and her looks upon me, and day after day after day, I'd, gone from hopeful, to, disappointment.
On the final day of school, as I was picking up my things, readied myself to head home, my homeroom instructor called me, had me follow her into the office. She'd, pulled out a trophy, that tiny gold person, was glowing, with the red and blue ribbons, tied into a, bow, with the word, "excellent performance" printed in bright red and bold. My very first, insignia of, glory, she'd never, forgotten.
illustration from UDN.com
And, many years later, I'd seen the movie, "Happiness on the Way", the female protagonist, Shu-Chih was punished to stand in the back of class because she didn't enroll into the afterschool study program of her instructor's, later her mother gave the high end fabric to the instructor, hoping to cover for the girl's lacking. And, suddenly, it'd, dawned on me, that in my homeroom instructor's mind, we were, children raised in, different, means.
After the realization I had, that stubbornness that's set in too long ago, started, diminishing. And recently, I'd begun, part-timing as an instructor, and gotten an alternative perspective, understood firsthand the hardships, the trials, the joys of being a school instructor. As I'd watched every one of my students, working hard, to achieve, maybe, they all are making, different grades high and low, due to their varied level of abilities, I'd hoped, that I can be that light to them, when they needed.
On them, I couldn't tell the differences between one student to the next, only seen, those pairs of eyes, that are, shining, with the varied, light.
This is on, how every child is different, every child is, intelligent in her/his own way. Some are good in their studies, and not in the physical activities, some are artistic, but not doing excellent enough in the academia, and that's just it, the current systems of education, they do NOT help these kids who aren't academically excellent to shine through, and they still, get degraded by the adults, because the STUPID adults don't realize, that every kid is intelligent in her/his own, way.
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