Today was a very special and emotional. A group of teachers have gathered to celebrate the retirement of Pepe Lopez, the first mate of mine who is retiring from the classroom. For me the excitement has been twofold, as I have been acting as companion and former student of hers. Among other things, we have given words, written by each of us, and bound into a book of memories. They still have mine:
rattles his fingers on the green table, while students are reading, as always, in silence. That's why the sight he will not want to the window and thought, at other times. Outside it's raining, and so little rain that seems to have come to water their last days in high school, to give a touch of nostalgia that is having this year ends. Remember
almost without trying its principles, even in times of dictatorship ... "I had not collejas in class! "seems to mean the act of half-smile that appears in the corner of his mouth. Many students then are now parents, workers, entrepreneurs. Looking
not say, but is about to retire. Do not say it always comes to school with a smile on the lips, and some funny comment to her colleagues ... "How do you teach the teacher!". And goes to class with the same energy, or more, that we have been a very long time unless he struggling with the students.
And that which has taken them to see in all colors. First as a teacher in a school neighborhood public, then and in high school, attend to the UAC, Classrooms Open or any other euphemism that the administration wants to label these students with others do not know what to do.
not use ICT, and ... needless truly makes him! I laugh of those who think that the teachers connect more young people are more motivated because they are closer to the reality of bit generation.
His students love him and respect him. Respect him because he represents to them the figure that, unfortunately, many lack: the authority that dictates what is right, and repressing what is wrong, with respect and through dialogue. It is the only teacher I have ever met that students of all generations call Mr. Smith.
Now we say goodbye to the partner (not the friend), and do it with an intimate celebration, nothing official. And everything is invested with a halo bittersweet. Pepe the joy of this well-deserved rest and feeling sorry for orphans left to us to which we must continue to soldier on without their advice.
Pepe, we wish you well.
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