Dr. Jamshid Ibrahim
Senior Member
- Joined
- Jul 19, 2005
- Member Type
- Academic
- Native Language
- English
- Home Country
- Iraq
- Current Location
- Germany
Teacher’s Agonies
It is not easy to be a university lecturer with the battalions of beauties around you. Beauties that surpass many a beauty queen in excellence. It is not easy to concentrate on what you have got to teach, let alone find the appropriate methodology. No, my friend I desperately need your sympathy. I feel rotten in my stomach. I teach with my heart in my throat. I have often thought of giving up my job but failed. You might even say: I certainly shouldn’t be paid for teaching. I know it is me who has got to pay for being allowed to teach all those beauties.
I can’t make a decision either and say this or that beauty is my choice. No, I don’t want to dispense with any of them. I want all of them in their neat dresses and blouses. I like them the way they listen and write. I like them with their glasses, smart and knowing what everything is about. I like the way they pay attention to me because I am a man. I like their crazy hairdos. Their short hair reflects their intelligence. I like them when they sit next to me. All this has accumulated in me because I have gone through it for years now. I don’t know whether it is something special with me or whether other teachers walk around with the same feeling in them.
Jamshid
Bremen, 7 January 2008
It is not easy to be a university lecturer with the battalions of beauties around you. Beauties that surpass many a beauty queen in excellence. It is not easy to concentrate on what you have got to teach, let alone find the appropriate methodology. No, my friend I desperately need your sympathy. I feel rotten in my stomach. I teach with my heart in my throat. I have often thought of giving up my job but failed. You might even say: I certainly shouldn’t be paid for teaching. I know it is me who has got to pay for being allowed to teach all those beauties.
I can’t make a decision either and say this or that beauty is my choice. No, I don’t want to dispense with any of them. I want all of them in their neat dresses and blouses. I like them the way they listen and write. I like them with their glasses, smart and knowing what everything is about. I like the way they pay attention to me because I am a man. I like their crazy hairdos. Their short hair reflects their intelligence. I like them when they sit next to me. All this has accumulated in me because I have gone through it for years now. I don’t know whether it is something special with me or whether other teachers walk around with the same feeling in them.
Jamshid
Bremen, 7 January 2008
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