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primary school teachers the twists and turns of everyday practice

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Version 20 Oct 08, edited final<br />

II<br />

She becomes a teacher!<br />

Meet Malati, just appointed as a regular <strong>school</strong> teacher in a rural two-teacher<br />

<strong>school</strong>:<br />

Malati is 20 years old. She comes from a middle class family <strong>and</strong> lives in a small<br />

town. She completed Class 12 two years ago with 58 per cent marks <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n<br />

enrolled for a <strong>primary</strong> teacher-training course, which lasted one year. She decided to<br />

become a teacher because <strong>the</strong> salary is good <strong>and</strong> she likes being with children. Also,<br />

she wants to get married soon <strong>and</strong> feels that <strong>the</strong> hours are convenient—she will be<br />

able to look after her household duties also.<br />

Malati is among <strong>the</strong> lucky few to get a job as a regular teacher. She had hoped for a<br />

<strong>school</strong> within her town, but is appointed to a rural district <strong>school</strong> about an hour<br />

away by bus. On her first day <strong>of</strong> <strong>school</strong>, Malati leaves home early to take a bus to<br />

<strong>the</strong> village where her <strong>school</strong> is located, <strong>the</strong>n walks from <strong>the</strong> bus st<strong>and</strong> to <strong>the</strong> <strong>school</strong>.<br />

As she nears <strong>the</strong> <strong>school</strong> her heart sinks. In front <strong>of</strong> her is a dilapidated two-room<br />

structure with broken windows. A few children playing in <strong>the</strong> playground strewn<br />

with bricks, stones <strong>and</strong> garbage greet her <strong>and</strong> when she asks <strong>the</strong>m where <strong>the</strong> teacher<br />

is, <strong>the</strong>y tell her that he comes by <strong>the</strong> 10 am bus. She goes into <strong>the</strong> building, where<br />

<strong>the</strong>re are no benches for children, <strong>the</strong> rooms are dusty <strong>and</strong> unkempt, <strong>and</strong> two chairs<br />

lie in <strong>the</strong> far corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ver<strong>and</strong>ah. There is no water in <strong>the</strong> pot, no toilet anywhere<br />

in sight <strong>and</strong> no sign <strong>of</strong> charts or books.<br />

Eventually, her co-teacher arrives. A middle-aged man who has worked in this<br />

<strong>school</strong> for three years, he has nothing much to say to her about how she should go<br />

about her work, how she should manage a group <strong>of</strong> children from different classes in<br />

<strong>the</strong> same room <strong>and</strong>, most importantly, what it is that is expected <strong>of</strong> her as a teacher.<br />

She is just asked to h<strong>and</strong>le Classes 1-3: more than 60 children crammed into a dark,<br />

airless, colourless room. Nothing she had learnt in her teacher-training programme<br />

helps her underst<strong>and</strong> how to deal with this reality.<br />

She decides that she should get to know her students <strong>and</strong> tries to ask <strong>the</strong>m some<br />

questions. But only those sitting in <strong>the</strong> first few rows are paying attention. The<br />

children at <strong>the</strong> back are talking among <strong>the</strong>mselves <strong>and</strong> she worries that <strong>the</strong>y are<br />

making too much noise. Confused, she decides that she ought to try to teach <strong>the</strong>m<br />

something. So she leads <strong>the</strong>m through a recitation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> alphabet, interrupted many<br />

times by her telling first one child <strong>the</strong>n ano<strong>the</strong>r to keep quiet, pay attention <strong>and</strong> sit<br />

down. Somehow she gets through <strong>the</strong> day.<br />

Within a week <strong>of</strong> joining, Malati is informed that <strong>the</strong> textbooks have to be collected<br />

from <strong>the</strong> local cluster <strong>of</strong>fice. She makes <strong>the</strong> journey hoping to meet o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>teachers</strong><br />

like her. When she reaches <strong>the</strong> cluster <strong>school</strong> she is h<strong>and</strong>ed a number <strong>of</strong> forms to fill<br />

before she can collect <strong>the</strong> books. Since she did not bring <strong>the</strong> data with her, she<br />

trudges back to her <strong>school</strong> <strong>and</strong> re<strong>turns</strong> four hours later with <strong>the</strong> registers. As she<br />

fills out <strong>the</strong> forms she notices that <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficial enrolment is far higher that what she<br />

has seen so far. Brushing it aside, she picks up <strong>the</strong> books <strong>and</strong> notices that <strong>the</strong> one on<br />

Environmental Studies (EVS) is missing. The cluster resource centre (CRC)<br />

resource person tells her that he will inform her when <strong>the</strong> EVS books arrive.<br />

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