The day finally came to have a talk with the principal of
our school, and it went a little awkwardly in my opinion. After a week of emphatically
talking at my students about how they could transform into scholars with the
proper education I am willing to provide, it was nice to have a chat with the
principal. He mentioned complaints from students about how unapproachably
pompous I was. I decided to take that as a compliment. After all, I did go to a
very good graduate school for my Masters in English literature and Education.
He asked me to understand why the students could be discouraged by how I
addressed them, but I chose to focus on what was wrong with them. The
principal’s wizened face revealed resignation for some reason and I left his
office confused. I just don’t understand why he would be so upset with how I
was teaching when everything seemed to be going well. I politely declined his
advice to humble myself before these underserved students. To think that I
change my meticulous teaching plans to cater to them! Preposterous.
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