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    Apodos: Gaci y todos sus derivados

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The teacher man

Goo Goo Dolls – Slide  http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=lkhXa1iN3nM

Por fin entregué el trabajo del postgrado, así que vuelvo a tener tiempo para empezar un libro. Os dejo unas pinceladas del último que leí, allá por mayo en mi vida nómada cogiendo trenes entre Gijón y Madrid…

The teacher man (Frank McCourt)

Es la última parte de su biografía. El primero probablemente os suene, “Las cenizas de ángela” Muchos lo tachan de un libro muy triste, pero a mi me parece que si es real como la vida misma merece ser leido. La segunda parte se llama “Lo es”. Y este es el tercero, que se centra en su carrera como profesor. Los tres son distintos, pero este es casi el que más me ha gustado.

– Mea culpa.
Instead of teching, I told histories.
Anything to keep them quiet and in their seats.
They thought I was teaching.
I thoughtI was teaching.
I was learning.

– If I could travel to my 27th year, my first teaching year, I´d take me out for a steak, a baked potato and a pint of stout. I´d give my self a good talking too. For Christ´s sake, kid, straighten up. Throw back those miserable bony shoulders. Stop mumbling. Speak up. Stop putting yourself down. You´re starting your teaching career, and it isn´t an easy life. I know. I did it. You´d be better off as a cop. At least you´d have a gun or a stick to defend yourself. A teaching has nothing but his mouth. If you don´t learn to love it, you´ll wriggle in a corner of hell.

– Long after my teaching days I scribble numbers on pieces of paper and I am impressed by what they mean. In New York I taught in five different high schools and one college. I taught by day, by night and in a summer school. My arithmetic tells me that about twelve thousand  boys and girls, men and women, sat at desk and listened to my lecture, chant, encourage, ramble, sing, declaim, recite, preach, dry up.  I think of the tewlve thousand  and wonder what I did for them. Then I think of what they did for me.

– At the start of each term I told the students of creative writing: we are in this together. I don´t know about you, but I am serious about this class and sure of one thing: at the end of the term one person in this room will have learned something, and that person, my little friends, will be me.

– There are moments and looks. They may be too shy to tell you that was a good lesson but you know from the way they leave the room and the way they look at you wheter the class was a success or something to be forgotten. The approving looks warm your heart on the train home.

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