With students of Carmel |
Margaret, are you grieving / Over
Goldengrove unleaving…? It was one of my first days in the eleventh class of Carmel
Public School in Kerala, the last school of my teaching career. One girl, whose
name was not Margaret, was in the class looking extremely
melancholy. I had noticed her for a few days. I didn’t know how to put the
matter over to her. I had already told the students that a smiling face was a
rule in the English class. Since Margaret didn’t comply, I chose to drag Hopkins in. I replaced the name
of Margaret with the girl’s actual name, however, when I quoted the lines.
Margaret is a little girl in the Hopkins poem. Looking at autumn’s falling leaves, Margaret is saddened by the fact of life’s inevitable degeneration. The leaves have to turn yellow and eventually fall. And decay. The poet tells her that she has no choice but accept certain inevitabilities of life. Sorrow is our legacy, Margaret, I said to Margaret’s alter ego in my class. Let us smile to beat that inevitable legacy.
I was warned an hour later, during
the lunch break, by a colleague, that Margaret’s parents would be here
tomorrow. She was their only daughter and she cried at home if anything went
wrong at school. The parents wouldn’t bear her tears.
I was concerned particularly because
I was entirely new in this school. But nothing went wrong. On the contrary,
Margaret began to smile in class. And she smiled a lot after that. On the
parent-teacher meeting day, her father told me that I was her favourite topic
in their dinner conversations. Her parents were happy with the changes
happening to her. Two years later, when Margaret completed her schooling and
was going abroad for higher studies she met me with her father and a lot of unforgettable
smiles.
Carmel school gave me a lot of friends like Margaret. Young friends. The school lifted me up from the depression that Sawan school had gifted me a few months back.
My heart overflows with joy and
gratitude whenever I think of Carmel. It gave me a new life altogether. Sawan
under the management of RSSB had killed my soul and Carmel resuscitated it. The
credit goes mostly to the students of my first years there. I never came across
such sweet youngsters ever again. I can enumerate scores of anecdotes
mentioning the names of students who brought me ecstasies in their own unique
ways.
How did this magic happen? I was
questioned many times by many people. The truth is I don’t know. I didn’t do
anything special. From later conversations with some of the students, I learnt
that I was the first teacher to give them total liberty in the class to ask
anything, to express their views openly even if they were diametrically opposed
to mine, to go anywhere beyond the text if they so wished, and to smile a lot. And
I appreciated them generously for whatever good thing they did. Appreciation
was something I had learnt from Sawan.
The Covid pandemic altered all that,
however. Classes went online and my efforts to engage students in debates and
discussions were all in vain. Students were hesitant to speak out in front of
their parents at home. Many of them preferred to visit certain websites instead
of attending the classes. Some of them played games online during the classes.
The pandemic caused an intellectual mutation among the students.
When the classes restarted at school after a year or so, I realised that the mutation was not only intellectual but also cultural. The students didn’t know how to behave in a class. Most of them had become insensitive egotists. I struggled to get my old personal chemistry back. Or a semblance of it. Some kind of a rapport with the students. Nothing worked.
Teaching is primarily a relationship.
Especially for literature teachers. You can’t present Keats’s religion of
beauty to your students unless your students can relate to your own concept of
religion and your love of beauty and your admiration for Keats. A line like A
thing of beauty is a joy forever will fall flat in a class whose Martin
and Margaret have never even stood in awe before a rose, let alone touch the
Keatsian heaven’s brink.
My classrooms which used to be my
ecstasies now became my agonies. I discover Martin doing math one day in my
class. I ask him why he is doing that. He says, “You carry on, I’m not
disturbed.” The teacher is a potential disturbance to students now!
When the classroom became a place
full of ‘I’s, I quit teaching. With a heavy heart.
What do you miss most now? A friend
asked the other day? The classroom, I said. But I know I can’t return to the
old classroom anymore. The mutation that has happened is not transient.
But I remember the yesterday of my career with a lot of fondness. The school kept me there for four more years after the official age of retirement. The principal asked me to stay on for another year. He is very different from most priests I know. The colleagues at Carmel were all wonderful people, extremely friendly and cooperative. Particularly those in the ‘Plus Two Staff Room.’ I take all that goodness as the bonus I received in the twilight of my career, a benediction that will stay with me like a soothing balm till the end.
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What a beautiful treasure you found out to share with us while walking through memory lane! Any memory related to school days that I read, fills my heart with joy because it is the most admired phase of my life that I want to go back to, again and again. Memories are pure and fresh like the blooming power of spring. You were a great teacher, I can say. You put efforts into understanding your students and encouraging them to speak their minds, that is done rarely by teachers due to either lack of time or a fear of being questioned. What can a student want in his class!
ReplyDeleteThis sort of a situation is not an individual's creation. The students responded wholeheartedly to my overtures. I was fortunate to get that sort of students.
DeleteSuch a heart-warming anecdote. The joy of seeing the smilies of students and their gratitude is something that nothing else can give a teacher. It's guidance and support that students need from a teacher and you have given them aplenty to your students. No wonder you are held in such high esteem by your students.
ReplyDeleteEven today I had a heartwarming conversation with a former student who is now in Canada. There's so much joy in our conversations years after we parted! I consider myself blessed.
DeleteEagerly opened up the blog with a wholesome of smiles on my face but towards the end a deep sorrow went around the atmosphere. Carmel was indeed an experience for everyone. But you made it special. Thank you…
ReplyDeleteCarmel was a different world in your time.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteTo complete one's working life with a (relatively) high note is a charm indeed! YAM xx
Yes, Yam, a whole lot of sweet memories.
DeleteWhat a beautiful blog. Reading it I remembered my teaching days. I always feel teaching rejuvenating career
ReplyDeleteIndeed, being with youngsters makes us young. Unfortunately the world has been transformed.
DeleteIt is wonderful to end your career with some happy memories...
ReplyDeleteNo doubt.
DeleteIt's a beautiful anecdote. A teacher touches so many lives during his/her life time. I loved reading the post although i felt sad at the end. I'm glad though that you have so many great memories to cherish forever.
ReplyDeleteSome changes are beyond our control. Let us hope that another change will come and better the situation.
DeleteSo beautiful post, great memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteThe 'I' of life is the bane, it turns the world topsy turvy. At least there was Margaret, if not Martin.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm grateful that there was Margaret and there were the others of those days.
DeleteThe way you described how you dealt with not Margaret and later how you say you encouraged students to have an opinion of their own, it all made me wish I was one of your students.
ReplyDeleteAdolescents want to have their say and we need to give it to them. While other subject teachers have time constrictions, English teachers can definitely afford to have a lot of debates.
DeleteI'm guessing 11th class is what we called 11th grade.
ReplyDeleteYes, Dora, it's the same thing.
DeleteCovid definitely changed things. But I do think it's transient. Those who were older when it happened changed how they do school. But as we get the students who were younger when it happened and soon students who were too young for school when it happened, things will change again. To the way it was before? Likely not. But this too shall pass.
ReplyDeleteI too hope that the situation will improve though there's no return to the old ways. Some rectification has to happen.
DeleteSuch a positive post, with a bitter layer, as it is still 'yesterday'! After the end of the formal career, you may continue to do it for likeminded students. I think there are many of them, still. As a teacher, I believe it would be difficult for you to spend your days without seeing or interacting with students. Hope it resumes!
ReplyDeleteI'm already engaged with another project related to books. Once that's done I will think of resuming teaching.
DeleteYou have always been such a brilliant teacher and an understanding person. I am happy to know that you found occupational gratification after leaving Sawan.
ReplyDeleteCarmel was just a lucky happening in my life. I'm grateful to the destiny that kept this finale for me.
DeleteI think you brought a lot of happiness to your students and many appreciated you. A good teacher leaves a lasting impression, happy to see that students like Margaret left something for you. It was nice reading about a school that finally gave you happy memories ~
ReplyDeleteIt was a mutual relationship. The students were extremely responsive to both my classes and my personal idiosyncrasies.
DeleteYour post is a blend of good and not so good memories. It is a fact that COVID did a lot of harm to children. We are facing those even today. The challenge is to first break through those issues, create a rapport and then move on to academics. Your experiences prove how much your students enjoyed your classes. That, I believe, is the high point in a teacher's life.
ReplyDeleteI was in love with my classrooms. Then it all changed drastically. I tried my best to get it back on the track once again, but to no avail. A time came when i decided to stick to books and blogs.
DeleteThe only thing I ever compared your class was to Dead Poets Society, and yet I don't know which I favour more. I still live in the memories of those days. 😂 Somebody told me for the first time to think for yourself. Some teachers can convey thier ideas elegantly but very few can help thier students to think for themselves. Even the arguments in the classroom were a way of learning something beyond the examination. Thank you sir for the service you did...
ReplyDeleteI remember a student telling me about The Dead Poets Society. And the student giving me her precious copy of the novel and recommending the movie. I remember a blog post that followed...
DeleteIt wasn't a service dear that I did. It was my enjoyment. Thank you for being with me still. 👍
A nostalgic look at the life in Carmel school.
ReplyDeleteGlad to have made an appeal to you.
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