Oh My Teachers

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No matter what grade I was in, I never had the best teachers. Now that I’m an adult, I see it that way. They weren’t the worst either, but I believe that with slightly higher standards, we’d be better off today.

Education in Cuba has changed very little. The teaching methods are the same ones used with my parents and likely will be applied to my children.

Fortunately, the teachers of my time were more qualified than those teaching in classrooms today across all educational levels.

I’d say I survived, though not without scars. Math was always the most challenging subject. I always mastered it, but the process was tough. The teachers I had always made everything convoluted, even though easier paths to the solution existed.

Why? Such is fate. My peers in other classrooms were blessed with teachers more skilled at explaining math. I didn’t reach this conclusion by slandering anyone—I have proof.

On the rare occasions when one of those more gifted teachers had to teach my group, I felt the content flow into our brains like water through a funnel.

Still, I feel compelled to thank the “less skilled” teachers for the dedication and effort they gave us.

The ones I’ll never appreciate are the PE teachers. I could never stand their militaristic approach to classes. Though there was always one or two who deserved all the affection in the world.

The school year in Cuba is almost over. Soon children will be playing in every street, unaware of how little they gained from class hours. The future looks increasingly bleak. At least in my day, I didn’t have the best teachers, but they knew how to educate in their own way.

By the way, my favorite teachers were the history ones. What about yours? Were they good or bad teachers?

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_{English isn't my native language. Text translated in Deepseek}

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