teachers confessions
How school really is

Whether I could recommend my school for Lisa, a friend asked me on the day of the open house. Sure, of course! Then she either gets Mr. Martens as a class teacher, who is very strict, but a great teacher. Or Mrs. Schwanke, who is incredibly engaged.

Lisa is a student as she wishes to be a teacher: polite, hardworking, and 100% compatible with others. The child has learned to share, sometimes gives others precedence, can wait and does not shout: the parents have done a great job. We want such children at our school!

Half a year later I had representation in Lisa's class. Since then, I no longer dare to look the mother in the eye: Lisa has fallen into a terrible class. On the right sits a boy who looks like an adult in the body of a child. As soon as I look away, he takes something away from his neighbor, jumps up and walks across the room. And even while I hold him a stand-up, I see in his eyes, as he plans the next coup. His eyes always play something restless, distracted and searching. When I turn away, he sticks out his tongue.

If learning is hardly possible

There are at least a handful of children of the variety. In addition there is a hell of a noise in the classroom. Only under threat of massive penalties and by implementing students I manage to keep the class tolerably in check. The poor class teachers, the poor kids, the poor Lisa. Courtesy, empathy and good education, you can not get on here. Early English, instrumental lessons, Antolin reading workshop - all for the cat, because learning is hardly possible here.

For an agency lesson, I do not rub up. The ringleaders get their address, there are messages to class teachers and parents - and that's the case for me done.

Unfortunately, I forgot the hour in the stress of everyday life again, I should have warned the mother: "Take your child out of the class, organized under the parents resistance of the willing learners." For angry parents, preferably with the press in tow, school leaders are very sensitive.

Often parents do not know how their children are doing. Especially with the first child, they are uncertain, do not want to attract attention, think that something is wrong with their child.

But how can such a thing happen at a high school? 55 percent of the students in our state go to grammar school, the recommendations from the primary school are not binding, and the schools are constantly competing for applications. It's incredibly hard to get rid of behavioral students.

Where should they go? The district schools thank and special schools were abolished in the course of inclusion. Those who belong to the 55 percent have to beat several times massively to fly from school. By then, dozens of children have developed chronic abdominal pain at the thought of school.

To make learning impossible for others - that's not enough for school referrals. And these are bad conditions for a state institution that distributes opportunities and takes opportunities.

There is often talk of uneducated parents, of justice and equal opportunities. I am very much in favor of all children having the same opportunities, regardless of their background or their backgrounds. But this is not education, but education, not knowledge, but values.

It is not fair for children from uneducated homes to take other children's chances to study. Every "no", every "give the other something off", every page read costs the parents a lot of power. This effort should not be in vain. Children who know no rules, no respect and no respect, should not dominate the classroom.

The case of Lisa is not the rule, but it happens more and more often, and right now we are powerless with that. A strict school management is certainly a good help, but also their range of action is limited.

Yesterday I was with Lisa's mother and picked up my daughter from her son's birthday. Finally I had an opportunity to tell the mother how sorry I am for my recommendation and what bad luck Lisa had.

Only then did I realize the consequences of my inaction. "It's okay by now, but Lisa cried every day after school for the first half year."