To be honest, when I heard
about Goal 16, I wasn't exactly keen on writing about my personal failure. We
experience lots of small failures which we believe are not worth mentioning. If
we really fail, sharing such experience may be as painful as going through it.
However, when putting my thoughts together, I realized that talking about my
failures can, in fact, be therapeutic.
This happened a few years
ago when I was teaching private 'evening' courses full time. I worked with
students of all ages and teaching kids was particularly enjoyable. But it was
also challenging. Those kids had their compulsory lessons at school and then,
when all the other kids went home, they had another lesson of English. My job
was to teach them the language and entertain them at the same time. And I had
to entertain them well because they paid tuition fees. I didn't evaluate my students with marks; I gave them
small things (pictures, cards, pencils) to motivate them. We usually played
games and sang songs. Most kids loved the lessons and they carried on attending
them for many years on.
Helen (not her real name),
a very intelligent 12-year old girl, was a little boisterous, but
otherwise she was OK. Normally, she was lively and responded well; on some
days, however, she could be very disruptive. Her parents told me that she had even had to
change her primary school because she was a terrible troublemaker.
Once, we were sitting in a
circle on the floor, doing a matching activity using little word cards. When one of the students had
matched a few pairs, Helen suddenly mixed them all up. I told her not to do it
but she wouldn't stop. Then, when the activity was nearly finished, she grabbed
the cards and threw them in the air with a crazy smile. She actually spoilt
the work of all the other kids. I reacted spontaneously - I gave her a little slap
on the cheek... All the kids went silent and I suddenly realized what I had done. I said
immediately that I'd like her to talk to her parents about the incident. I sent
her to her desk and I actually don't remember what happened next in the lesson.
I just remember walking out of the school totally desperate and depressed. I
felt really guilty and was afraid of the consequences. On my way home I
happened to meet my colleague and friend so I could confide in her. She was
very supportive and understanding.
Well, believe it or not,
this story has a happy ending. Helen never did anything like that again. I felt
we even got on better with each other. We probably realized that we had both
crossed an imaginary border. She never told her parents about the incident because she felt as guilty as I did. Now, when she is already a grown-up person, she always
greets me with a broad smile on her face.
I'd like to stress that this is by
no means an excuse for what I did. I still feel a little guilty now, many years
later. But the truth is that I have never been in a similar situation again since
then and I believe that it's mainly because I realized and 'processed' my
failure. I can control the classroom much more effectively and I hardly lose temper because I can foresee trouble or deal with it immediately. Back then I let things go too far; instead I should have
stopped the activity, taken her out of the class and talked to her. I didn't want to sacrifice a nice activity, but I actually sacrificed the whole lesson in the end, and much more.
To conclude with, I believe it is not acceptable to use physical force when dealing with
children (let alone students), even though they may seem to deserve it now and then. I would
only use physical force if I wanted to protect a student against another or if I wanted
to prevent something really dangerous from happening. Otherwise violence has no
place in modern society.