Only rarely are the books soiled with black and the solemn doors of the classrooms closed. Few and multiple times when the astonishment at what is taught in the schools dies down.
Two years and nine months have passed since Covid-19, during which the indelible lack of the benefits of face-to-face teaching has been heard. Now there are classrooms, pens, open notebooks and a teacher who brought calm after the storm and rewarded the efforts of the victors with sacrifices.
Today a chapter is closed and a new one opened, again ranks of students are forged with the hands of good teaching. Honor where credit is due, said our apostle. Not everyone deserves it, but many earn the respect and loyalty of their students.
Being a teacher is putting a smile on everyone’s face, it’s an exercise in patience and, in many cases, it’s love. It is an unselfish love that weaves an amalgam of bittersweet tastes, albeit sweeter, in its work of awakening the conscience.
Today’s books fade from that dark hue and open to the beat of a familiar voice, the chairs and tables are filled with a song that repeats a teacher’s cultured phrases, schools more than ever welcome you to that voice and into the In the empty classrooms that existed before, the sound of a new word is heard.
It has been two days now that the guild that trains, which has formed and will train a student body with knowledge and dedication, is in conference and celebrating a ministry of true calling.
“To educate is to put in man all the human work that has preceded it; it is intended to make each man a summary of the living world…up to the level of his time…prepare man for life”. “Education means giving man the keys to the world, which are independence and love, and giving him the strength to traverse it alone with the joyful step of natural and free people”, José Martí.