Why are my students late in class after recess
time?
Why do they smell like rotten cheese plus sweat?
Why can’t they answer whenever they are asked to simplify radicals or enumerate how to cure Pneumonia, Malaria and
Diarrhea, or even remember when the deadline
of their baking contribution is?
All of these questions would tell you why I hate
basketball now.
Two of my Grade 9 students used to bring their balls
to school to play during break time. One of them was an honor student who failed
to make it in the second quarter. The
other isn't really that excellent in the class, yet trying hard not to fail his
subjects. The rest of the boys, if I may describe, are eloquently talented and
smart as well. However, they haven’t recognized their potentials. What is
common to them all is that they love to play basketball and they love doing it
no matter how many times their parents tell them not to.
Who wouldn't love basketball? Who wouldn’t love to
dribble, shoot and dunk especially when he is stressed out? Who wouldn’t look
up to Durant or to our very own Fajardo? Nobody, I think. But, who would still
love basketball if they fail their exams? Who would still love to dribble,
shoot and dunk knowing that they haven’t done their assignments yet? Who would
still look up to their idols as they enter the class sweating, looking tired
and unprepared? The teachers wouldn’t.
That is why I now hate basketball. It actually:
1.
tires the students,
2.
loses students’ focus and interest in the class,
3.
causes undesirable aroma in the room,
4.
flies students’ minds up in the air (literally).
I might be too idealistic that I want my students to
listen to me and do their part. Or, I might be too firm that I want them to act
as prim and proper as they could be. Our school never hinders students to
recreation. We never stop them from bringing their balls and playing at break
time, but I soon will. I just can’t take that bad perfume!
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