Letting the students to excel in what he is excellent in, not forcing him to follow the academic tracks, translated…
Saw on the movie channels, a group of officers, busted a drug cartel successfully, the female officer-in-training was a psychologist, enjoyed using her observations to make it into comics, this was, the eye-catching scene of the movie for me.
For instance, she’d drawn the captain who’d been harsh, strict, and agile, into a lion, but made herself into a small snail that crawled, timidly, under the captain’s rule. And her precise to the lines comic was deeply attractive to me, it’d also reminded me of the interaction I had with that child who’d loved art from a long time ago.
The young man in the general broadcast designs major turned in a blank sheet the first time for his major exam but, on the vacant page, he’d drawn a huge arrow, pointed to the back, I’d turned the sheet over, holy! It’s a portrait of me, with ninety-percent resemblance, especially those thick brows that my mother disliked, with a few simple strokes, he’d managed, to capture my flair, I was, in awe, with a smaller figure close by, in tears, lowering his head, with the line , “Teacher, don’t flunk me, I will work hard on the next sectional exams.”
Okay, fine! You can be successful, in not just the academics, I’d respect the fact, that you’re not studious. I think I wrote, “Great sketch, if I’m an art instructor, I would give you a hundred, but……do prepare for the next sectional exams better!”, and added another heart. And afterwards, he’d still done his art in class, not making any sound, nor focusing on my lectures, I’d still taught with great focus, and ignored that he wasn’t paying attention to me, and, the two of us gotten along fine.
At the end of the semester, as I was grading the assignments, I’d found he’d not done his work right, treated the final pages of the assignment book as a writing practice, he’d written the old verses. Those strokes were, impressive to me, it was surprising for me to see, that younger generations had written calligraphy so well, that it was, worth commending, and so, I’d, found him, told me, that so long as he passed his finals, I’ll give him a formal practice book. And, he’d opened up and asked me that he’d wanted the bigger books, with the twenty-page. And, by the end of the semester, I’d gone according to my promises, and given the practice book to him, and asked him to study harder, that with the verses inside of him, being a good artist as he, he could, touch the lives of others.
In his last year of high school, he was accepted to a technical university on the vita he’d written calligraphy, and he’d especially made it back to the school to thank me for my tolerance and teaching him. Thinking back, I feel, very proud, I knew he was, going to, become a better man later on in life!
And so, this kid only needed a bit of tolerance from his instructor, because he’s not good in the academic subjects, but he’s good in art, and, because this instructor tolerated him, that, was why he was able to, excel in his own way, and we all need to have a school teacher that helps us in this way, to tolerate us, for our special talents, but, not all of us is lucky enough, to have an instructor like this one.
Life, the Obstacle Course 