Teachers have a very important job.
A good teacher can inspire a child to do wonderful things and I credit some of my favourite teachers with inspiring me to follow the path I have today. My maths teachers wasn’t my favourite, for instance, but my english teacher was engaged and caring, and he listened to my ideas.
Not all teachers are passionate and inspiring, some just go to work and do their job, but those special few – those teachers that care – they are a wonderful breed of human being for they spend all day every day with other people’s children and they help them grow and learn and become adults with knowledge under their hats.
I heard on the news this morning that teachers in Pakistan are now requested to carry guns in the classroom in a bid to help stop violence.
It sounds incredibly counterintuitive, however after the vicious and catastrophic school attack by the Taliban in the north western city of Peshawar recently they feel that arming teachers may prevent a massacre such as that one from happening again.
132 school children were killed, and now teachers are being asked to defend their charges from this occurring again.
This sits very heavily in my heart because I know a few school teachers here in Australia. They are all ages, mothers, fathers, favourite aunties to other people’s children, just people. Awesome people, yes…. But not Special Forces. Not military. Not police.
I imagine these friends of mine going for two days of intensive weapons training as the Pakistani teachers are undergoing and then attending their classes armed and ready to fight for other’s peoples children, and themselves I suppose.
It’s so easy to listen to things on the news and detach myself because after she stops reading the Triple J news update Chet Faker comes on and I’m still in my car heading home from school drop off in the rain, looking forward to my coffee and doing some something that I do to fill my days and put food on my table, but this one, this snippet of world news in amongst all of the other toe curling atrocities that occur daily in this same world that I live in just stuck somewhere in one of my ventricles.
Every day people being people forced to do extraordinary things.
I’m not naive enough to think that this kind of extra ordinary thing goes on in a multitude of different places around the world. People who don’t feel safe unless they’re armed to the teeth and unable to sleep for fear of what tomorrow may bring. But every now and then I can’t help but feel some of the collective fear that travels across the oceans and sneaks into my lounge room and I can but pray for all of humanity.
I have no idea if guns in classrooms is the right choice in fighting the Taliban but I also doubt there really is a right choice when you’re desperately trying to save lives in a world that has seemingly gone mad.
I also know that if it came down to an incident in a classroom where a teacher needed to put themselves on the line for my babies, I’d pray that they had the strength and courage to do so.
That’s a huge ask from an educator, and it’s a fucking shame the world has come to needing to ask them the question.
Tell me, what do you feel when you hear this news or read about this?
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