Are you fighting a war?
My students said as I stood in class helplessly. The others streamed out and only a handful greeted me.
A student’s energy can only be as high as the teacher’s. But mine was depleted.
Embarrassed as I saw the looks on students who seemed to come close to empathising my plight. Guilty towards those who were struggling and actually wanting to learn. Frustrated by those not trying and making noise. Angered by those who make their English goals a test for me.
Yes, I am fighting a war. I told the boy that I should be the general, not the enemy.
A few of them replied that they would like to help but don’t know how to. The sincerity there could not be felt though.
Yes I am fighting a war, and I’ve decided to pick my battles.