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lobazul @ 2010-04-08T14: 03:00

I never wanted to study history. Until I came to 2 of high school, was a subject that I just do not draw much attention, perhaps due to a chain of teachers at each more ominous. The easily learned, I was good, but I loved it.





Then I started

aa study the contemporary history of Spain, and my vision of the subject changed. Now, the big book marking highlighter with my usual method, there was a series of dates, facts without significance or relationship. Now he was studying something that really felt like mine, what had happened in my own country during the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. That which we configured, we determined to be as we are. That which you could easily find useful, I could relate to current events. A good teacher helped the fact to live each item as if reading the story of a recent event. I realized I could not understand my country could not understand myself as a English citizen, without studying that book.

I enrolled in history because I can not think of anything better to do. I did not know if I end up liking. I had doubts, at the height of the second year, when I thought if this was really my calling. They asked me if I was bored in class, and I replied that, on the contrary, I loved being there listening to the explanations. "Well you think you'll like" . End of dilemma. Nor


never raised me to devote to education. Conversely, it was something for which there seemed to be too skilled. My natural shyness and accented just let me talk to strangers without me inadvertently accelerated heartbeat. I spent the whole race at all costs avoid public speaking, subjects rejected easily by the simple fact that the pass went through an exhibition. I just had to plant me in front Class-wrapped by my co-workers, when there was nothing, and tried to speak as little as possible. How the hell I was going to be a teacher, if it was not even able to look anyone in the eye?

Then I finished the race, and concluded that there was no other way. If you wanted to earn the beans in a decent way, had to resign to take up the chalk. Spending as a lamb for a long process more objections Master-CAP, and join a company that, on balance, is quite stable and remunerative. Psych started that should. I spent countless tedious teaching classes, sociologíay psychology idle time at the academy, preparing units, thinking of how to motivate kids.

In my mind, a fear that had been dragging too long. It was the theoretical examination of the opposition, or even practical. No, what frightened me most, that for what it really no-era had prepared me it was time to get into a class, stand in front of a handful of teenagers, and liarme to speak.

killing me not only the issue of nerves, resulting in an uncontrollable shaking of hands, legs and voice, sadly characteristic of me, "that it would be the key moment. The moment to find out if wood had to teach. If I enjoyed it. If I was going to hate every second I spent stuck in a class. Well

.

After trying it out, say that I like would fall short.

I love. Be you off the board, they sat, watching. See how they deal with each slide with fear, and how light is doing in their minds, reflecting in his eyes as you, with your explanations, it is clarified. To smile if you say something funny. Do not move an eyelash, when you tell them a curiosity or a legend. Learn

. Beam. Teaching .

(And leave after class, and I congratulate the class teacher because "I've been very quiet, very loose, very confident." And he was right because you realize that you have not even sense no such thing as nerves. Manos firm, clear voice, didactic tone, quick wit appropriate language.)


History
discovered by chance. I found the teaching obligation.

Today, I could not live without both.

Thanks. To whom it may concern.