Coming back from the weekend, I talk to a friend who is a secondary school teacher. He talks to me very, very badly about how the spirits of the cloister at his high school are. In all the years he has been practicing, he has never seen so many colleagues yearning for retirement. "This Friday, in the teachers' room - he explains - there were five of them counting the years, months and days to go. And I, if I were fifteen years younger, would leave it and go to another country”.
She is so confident that things will change as your servant that the parties agree, one day, to make a law that places education at the center of children's learning and the formation of teachers It makes the blood boil the arrogant impunity, the absence of self-criticism and the rude indifference to the mistakes of those who are at the wheel of the education system and which run us all over.
Primary school, continues my friend, has become a playground, and secondary school will not take long to do so. The complexity of the matter is frightening and, even worse, the debate is not new. They come to the conversation from the most conflictual of the teenage generations to the demotivation of a teacher who has to be a teacher, a policeman, an investigator, a lawyer, Bruce Lee and Superman all at the same time and without it being noticeable in its performance. They are tips! Make sure they don't tell them later that they are to blame for the students' poor academic results. The teachers – good ones, if there are any, there are some – can barely hold their own in the crossfire of spoiled children, low-level politicians and families who are either hyper-protective or do everything.
Then there is the archived thing, doubly worrying. U, the difficulties of concentration and attention in children who live glued to a screen and without any language other than that of chat. Two, the lack of authority in the classroom, Taramba pedagogy and school egalitarianism in mediocrity. So I'm not surprised that teachers want to flee to Ganymede.
The metaphor of the tree that grows crooked. You only have to look at so many kids who, by the second year of high school, it's not that they don't know anything about history, it's that they can't even write without mistakes.
And what a danger ignorance has.
