01 fevereiro 2011

Teachers

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If I could change one important thing about my country it would be the symbolic value that is given to the teacher’s profession. By symbolic value I must clarify that is the importance that teachers have in our society and how people seem to understand it. Differently from others professions, like lawyers or doctors, teachers do not carry status. Precisely, if someone intends to be a teacher in almost all the cases he or she suffers of prejudice.

Generally, this kind of prejudice has its origin connected to the poor salary that a teacher receives. In other words, if someone is clever enough he or she should not “lose” his or her ability in order to have a bad salary. It means that just bad students must lose their time teaching. This thought is contradictory because to produce skilled labor it is really important to build a good basis that is actually made on the basic education. Then it leads us to the conclusion that one of the major professions that we have is the teaching action. Future lawyers, doctors, engineers, scientists etc. all of them to became what they are had to pass from basic education to a higher.

For instance, in my country politicians tend to have exorbitant salaries without doing any efforts. Even more revolting is that they can also increase their own salaries for irrelevant reasons when nobody else can. So, it’s clearly that the situation is not fair to all workers, in our special case, for the teachers. Unfortunately that is what happens. They work too hard for being bad recognized.

So, my hope is that someday this predicament will change giving more respect in all the ways for our teachers. This change is fundamentally important. The time pass and the needed for new educators increase, but the will of most of the people do not follow this growth.

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