Because of that BAD experience as you’d started school, you’d, made a mental note, to treat your own students with more patience, and kindness, and respected them, unlike your very FIRST school instructor who’d left that very BAD, first impression on you, translated…
In childhood I’d been, traumatized, and for a long time, I’d lived, under the dark clouds; until as I grew older, and done better, I’d, started, slowly, gotten out of the glooms.
In the sixties, the poor children from the farming families never DARED dream of going to talent classes, because our parents had, skipped, the preschool, kindergarten years for us because they couldn’t, afford it.
At age six, I was so glad, to start school, but because of the lacking in resources in early childhood, I couldn’t, find a way to learn well, and I’d gotten stuck in anxieties, and nervous. And what made me feared the most, was my homeroom instructor during my first grade year, he was cold, and strict, when I’d not written the phonetic letters well, or that I couldn’t add or subtract correctly, he’d started, scolding me in front of the entire class, punishing me. For a child who didn’t know a thing, this was, the worst part of my entire life, it’d made me feel awful about myself, and I’d started, rejecting the idea of going to school.
After elementary school, with the coming of age, I’d grown more and more mature, and started, getting into learning, I’d made great progress on my grades and scholastic performances, and thus, I’d, gained back that lost self-confidence in my elementary years.
Many a year later, I stood, on the podiums, facing the children who are, quite young, with their faces all turned toward me, naturally, I’d, become more than patient, explaining the material to them as many times as they needed to hear it, and I’d come to know, that I should NOT try to single out the students who can’t catch up in class during class period, and call them stupid or not learning well enough. For the students who are having troubles catching up, I’d had them stay after school for the extra help sessions; those kids who’d, misbehaved in class, I’d called them to me and privately, counseled them.
The pains of my own childhood turned into the nutrients of my teaching career, I’d found the meanings of empathy, I’d maintained that good connection of being teacher to my students, and I’m also, like their, friends too, learned to respect, to protect their sense of pride, and I’d understood, to use more patience, to teach my students now.
And so, you’d, learned from that school instructor from your childhood years, to NEVER BE like him, to NOT make any of your kids feel the way you had as you were in your younger years and, because of this bad experience you had in your first grade, you’d, become driven, to be, a way better school teacher than the very first school teacher you’d, ever had in life.
Life, the Obstacle Course 