On Teachers
”Push the pedal accelerator to two.” Her brother scolded. What does he mean by “two”? Her instructor at the school for driving didn’t taught, told her that. Confused, nervous, she started again. The car rolled slowly forward, then, “greg” ran over the wheel of a bike which was parked at the road-side and she had to pay Rp.50.000.- for the damage. Her brother’s face was furious, angry and seems to say “how stupid”. Yes, sure, that’s the way how to teach a beginner from “being able” into “being unable”, killing one’s confidence and ardor. He forgot, that he too was just as stupid as she is now when he started to learn driving a car.
Dorna is another kind of teacher, master.
When he saw how well Harjuna fought with him during the Bharata-yudha war, he enjoyed the fight. Dorna rejoiced, is happy and proud of his favorite pupil, for, perceiving his excellence, brilliance in the martial art, his own excellence, brilliance is reflected.
Two old women choir singers failed the test to become a church choir singer. Their choir leader was so sorry for them. Oh, how difficult it was to teach them the most elementary, easy things as do, re mi and beat time, as difficult as teaching a dolphin play in a circus.
How happy they were as at last they succeeded to pass the test and not because of being pitied. But it was the choir leader who was happier and proud, for, he feels, it was he himself who was being tested and had success in teaching the slowest, least talented singers to become able to sing. Though he well knows that by stricter audition he would have a better choir.
“When someone fails, fails and fails again, perhaps the teacher is unable to make his students capable. Who can pride himself in teaching a clever, most talented person?. Mozart was even better than his teachers.” he said.
Then isn’t it great, when a teacher doesn’t fear to impart all his knowledge, ability to his students, or to be surpassed? What about a teacher who never taught as though he were a teacher?
From Berita Buana, 15 April 1993
January 2011
”Push the pedal accelerator to two.” Her brother scolded. What does he mean by “two”? Her instructor at the school for driving didn’t taught, told her that. Confused, nervous, she started again. The car rolled slowly forward, then, “greg” ran over the wheel of a bike which was parked at the road-side and she had to pay Rp.50.000.- for the damage. Her brother’s face was furious, angry and seems to say “how stupid”. Yes, sure, that’s the way how to teach a beginner from “being able” into “being unable”, killing one’s confidence and ardor. He forgot, that he too was just as stupid as she is now when he started to learn driving a car.
Dorna is another kind of teacher, master.
When he saw how well Harjuna fought with him during the Bharata-yudha war, he enjoyed the fight. Dorna rejoiced, is happy and proud of his favorite pupil, for, perceiving his excellence, brilliance in the martial art, his own excellence, brilliance is reflected.
Two old women choir singers failed the test to become a church choir singer. Their choir leader was so sorry for them. Oh, how difficult it was to teach them the most elementary, easy things as do, re mi and beat time, as difficult as teaching a dolphin play in a circus.
How happy they were as at last they succeeded to pass the test and not because of being pitied. But it was the choir leader who was happier and proud, for, he feels, it was he himself who was being tested and had success in teaching the slowest, least talented singers to become able to sing. Though he well knows that by stricter audition he would have a better choir.
“When someone fails, fails and fails again, perhaps the teacher is unable to make his students capable. Who can pride himself in teaching a clever, most talented person?. Mozart was even better than his teachers.” he said.
Then isn’t it great, when a teacher doesn’t fear to impart all his knowledge, ability to his students, or to be surpassed? What about a teacher who never taught as though he were a teacher?
From Berita Buana, 15 April 1993
January 2011
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