This is a student’s response to the question, “What do you wish your teachers knew about you?” Click here to read other articles from blog series, Learning to Listen.
“Vira, go to your place and solve the sum,” the Math teacher yelled at me.
“Vira, why didn’t you complete your work? Go out and complete it,” the science teacher was on fire.
“Vira, why didn’t you answer these questions? Maybe you didn’t complete your reading. Go and answer them,” the world history teacher said in the loudest voice possible.
My English teacher asked for spellings I hadn’t done. With hands on her hips, she said, “I am not going to check your spellings tomorrow.” The whole class laughed. I was deeply embarrassed.
That day was one of the worst days of 8th grade. I got scolded from almost all teachers. At home, I sat at my neatly arranged study table staring at the unfinished Hindi draft. Many thoughts blinked in my head.
Why don’t teachers understand the situations we are in? If they don’t, how can they scold us?
I wish my math teacher understood that I didn’t do the HW because I didn’t know how to solve the sum.
I wish my world history teacher knew that the reading was difficult to understand. It’s not that I hadn’t read it.
I wish my English teacher knew that I couldn’t manage to get to spellings yesterday after all the other HW.
I wish all my teachers knew that there’s always a reason behind what appears to be “not enough.”
This piece has been edited slightly for brevity and clarity.