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Being a teacher, not an easy task. Therein, required dedication, and also perseverance. There must be patience, and compassion in conveying lessons. Because, in truth, teachers not only educate, but also teaches. Only certain people are able to run it. So if we are diligent and enterprising we can become a teacher.
Being a teacher is not something easy. Moreover, a teacher for children who have the "privilege". And I feel very lucky to be able became teachers, although only in a few hours. There is pleasure own, in the midst of children with Cerebral Palsy background
(back of the brain disorder syndrome).
One time, I was asked to assist a teacher in a classroom for persons with disabilities. Class, called the preparatory class, an classes are in the early stages in YPAC Jakarta. Typically, the children there aged between 9-12 years, but their ability equivalent to a child 4-5 years of age, or a small class 0.
When present there, the class was busy. They apparently were playing stacking shapes and colors. There are odd shouted the hoarse shouts, and the beat a constant head of them. There are also hands stiff, which is arrange the pieces of the diagram. Scattered here and there a wooden and plastic toys. Noise. Special benches crackling, rub in a wheelchair part children who collided with the floor.
I felt awkward with all that. However, the feeling is gone, as seen a teacher who was so patient with kids - kids there. "Come in, sit down here near brother, he's more clever to make the letter, "so called me. I walked, past the children who are still busy with the task them. Oh come on, Brother, 11 – year - old child who suffered cerebral Palsy with enlarged heads, seemed to smile at me. Body prancing, hands calling - calling as if to show off with intelligence up letters.
Subhanallah, the Elder Brother bouncing back. I was shocked. I smiled. He laugh laugh. Soon, we began to close. He does not shy anymore assisted set of numbers and letters. Arrange stacking-paste-paste, so that we do. Ah, I began to enjoy this job. He was now at hand was clinging me. Without felt, I stroked his head and held it to his chest. Was peaceful and warm.
Meanwhile in another corner, his mother was a teacher was patient with all children there. He led his children to pursue the image structures. Supervision of each finger with diligence, and occasionally take them smile. Kept rubbing his hands gently fingertips weak. However, there never complained, and angry that I heard.
Time goes so fast. And now, time to go home. After clean up a few games, the children were getting on each bench. oh, peace to see the kids getting in position to mess with. Hands folded on the table, and look ahead towards innocent, I believe, make everyone smile. The teacher began leading the prayer, to lead each children to closed eyes and offer hope to the Lord. if students are not in a position neat, it will not go home
Peace. Peace was a spy who closed it. Shade. Calm see all closed their eyes. I have four hours with "the angels" small. Exhausted and tired I felt, was not meant compared with the inner experience that I experienced. Now, they move, marched to exit. Appeared one by one wheelchair moving in the direction I am. oh, what's this?
Again - again I was touched. Arriving in front of me, they all fell silent, suggests to kiss his hand. Yes, they kissed my hand, while said, "Good afternoon Mr. Teacher .." Ah, sincere words that made me soared. Mr. teachers ... teacher, once said they were one by one. Wheelchair they rattle - rattle every time they pedaled toward me. Crack - crack it again makes me thrilled, imagining their efforts to just kissed my hand.
The last child had kissed my hand. Now, my gaze moved to side, toward the back of the children who walk to the exit. In silence I said, "goodbye .. children, good roads angels My little ... 'I let the tears that trickled in between the petals. I let the grains fall, to describe feelings of sadness and my pride. Proud to their struggle, and also touched on the spirit that they have.
Friends, became a teacher not a flashy job. Being a teacher is not a job sparkling. There was no flickering spotlights that shine, too glow-glow every time the teachers were dedicated. For they are not the celebrities, nor the star of the stage. if we study diligently we will become a teacher
However, there is a noble thing there. There was a teacher at the flickering light virtue of any value that they teach. Through teacher is radiating fluorescent-light glow on the sincerity and the sincerity of the work they do. They are the source of the light-light, which illuminates every heart educates children them. we all can become a teacher if we are keen to learn
Of teachers we learn to spell words and sentences. In the teachers we learn vague language of the world. Through the teacher, we learn manners, learn sharpening the heart, and explore the conscience. Through all of our teachers understand about many of the things that we did not understand before. Did not excessive if we call it a noble job? because being a teacher is not easy, if we study hard we will be able to become a teacher
Friends, if you want to experience a different mind, try to be a teacher. Feel the pleasure as each child is calling you with that title, and let the attentive eyes filled your heart. There's something different there. Try. Feel.
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Being a teacher is not something easy. Moreover, a teacher for children who have the "privilege". And I feel very lucky to be able became teachers, although only in a few hours. There is pleasure own, in the midst of children with Cerebral Palsy background
(back of the brain disorder syndrome).
One time, I was asked to assist a teacher in a classroom for persons with disabilities. Class, called the preparatory class, an classes are in the early stages in YPAC Jakarta. Typically, the children there aged between 9-12 years, but their ability equivalent to a child 4-5 years of age, or a small class 0.
When present there, the class was busy. They apparently were playing stacking shapes and colors. There are odd shouted the hoarse shouts, and the beat a constant head of them. There are also hands stiff, which is arrange the pieces of the diagram. Scattered here and there a wooden and plastic toys. Noise. Special benches crackling, rub in a wheelchair part children who collided with the floor.
I felt awkward with all that. However, the feeling is gone, as seen a teacher who was so patient with kids - kids there. "Come in, sit down here near brother, he's more clever to make the letter, "so called me. I walked, past the children who are still busy with the task them. Oh come on, Brother, 11 – year - old child who suffered cerebral Palsy with enlarged heads, seemed to smile at me. Body prancing, hands calling - calling as if to show off with intelligence up letters.
Subhanallah, the Elder Brother bouncing back. I was shocked. I smiled. He laugh laugh. Soon, we began to close. He does not shy anymore assisted set of numbers and letters. Arrange stacking-paste-paste, so that we do. Ah, I began to enjoy this job. He was now at hand was clinging me. Without felt, I stroked his head and held it to his chest. Was peaceful and warm.
Meanwhile in another corner, his mother was a teacher was patient with all children there. He led his children to pursue the image structures. Supervision of each finger with diligence, and occasionally take them smile. Kept rubbing his hands gently fingertips weak. However, there never complained, and angry that I heard.
Time goes so fast. And now, time to go home. After clean up a few games, the children were getting on each bench. oh, peace to see the kids getting in position to mess with. Hands folded on the table, and look ahead towards innocent, I believe, make everyone smile. The teacher began leading the prayer, to lead each children to closed eyes and offer hope to the Lord. if students are not in a position neat, it will not go home
Peace. Peace was a spy who closed it. Shade. Calm see all closed their eyes. I have four hours with "the angels" small. Exhausted and tired I felt, was not meant compared with the inner experience that I experienced. Now, they move, marched to exit. Appeared one by one wheelchair moving in the direction I am. oh, what's this?
Again - again I was touched. Arriving in front of me, they all fell silent, suggests to kiss his hand. Yes, they kissed my hand, while said, "Good afternoon Mr. Teacher .." Ah, sincere words that made me soared. Mr. teachers ... teacher, once said they were one by one. Wheelchair they rattle - rattle every time they pedaled toward me. Crack - crack it again makes me thrilled, imagining their efforts to just kissed my hand.
The last child had kissed my hand. Now, my gaze moved to side, toward the back of the children who walk to the exit. In silence I said, "goodbye .. children, good roads angels My little ... 'I let the tears that trickled in between the petals. I let the grains fall, to describe feelings of sadness and my pride. Proud to their struggle, and also touched on the spirit that they have.
Friends, became a teacher not a flashy job. Being a teacher is not a job sparkling. There was no flickering spotlights that shine, too glow-glow every time the teachers were dedicated. For they are not the celebrities, nor the star of the stage. if we study diligently we will become a teacher
However, there is a noble thing there. There was a teacher at the flickering light virtue of any value that they teach. Through teacher is radiating fluorescent-light glow on the sincerity and the sincerity of the work they do. They are the source of the light-light, which illuminates every heart educates children them. we all can become a teacher if we are keen to learn
Of teachers we learn to spell words and sentences. In the teachers we learn vague language of the world. Through the teacher, we learn manners, learn sharpening the heart, and explore the conscience. Through all of our teachers understand about many of the things that we did not understand before. Did not excessive if we call it a noble job? because being a teacher is not easy, if we study hard we will be able to become a teacher
Friends, if you want to experience a different mind, try to be a teacher. Feel the pleasure as each child is calling you with that title, and let the attentive eyes filled your heart. There's something different there. Try. Feel.
