Hello, lovely friends
It’s me your friend and fellow Hivian. I would like to share with you my encounter with an epileptic student.
Firstly, I’ll like to establish the definition of a Job. A job is anything (legal) we do to earn a living. I know that most people have differs motives for choosing a job over the other, either, because of the incentives attached to the job or because of the job’s location.
This brings me to my story proper.
I’ve been in the teaching job for about three months, I was assigned to teach two classes- primary two and three due to shortage of staffs. During the holiday (before January begun), I thought of resigning from my job.
Reason being that, I do not like teaching, I dislike the job with passion. One way I knew that teaching was not my calling was, each time someone, especially a stranger requested for an explanation to a place, or about a concept or anything, I usually end up confusing them the more and even my siblings affirmed it.
However, I had an urgent need and the reason why I took up the teaching job, also, because of the job’s proximity- the location of the school was close to my residence.
But as time progressed, these reasons were not enough to keep me in the job, I settled my bills and I was bored by the job.
Going further, while I was still deliberating on whether I should resign from the job or not, during my course of teaching, a particular pupil stood out for me. An epileptic student, dull in learning, barely copied his notes, rarely listened in class, lost count of the number of times he slept in class, and very troublesome.
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The least I could do was to warn him sternly, of course you won’t blame me because I was only doing my job as a teacher but when I noticed that this action made him to be unresponsive and unusually very quiet in class, even when it was not necessary, I had to call the attention his mother. Who opened up to me about the boy’s condition-epilepsy.
She spoke to me of how the boy used to come top in class. She wept as she recollected the places she went and the resources she spent just to get rid of the shame but haven been to all these places, they assured her that the boy will be better(stating a specific time) but when that time came, no improvement, instead, his condition grew from bad to worse.
From that moment onward, my job became tied to a purpose. I was excited
to jump up from my bed and get to work.
I got friendly with the boy, I paid special attention to him and ensured he got incentives when he answered questions in class. More so, he was a slow writer so I did what I could to encourage him to copy his notes. Most importantly, I did not neglect the spiritual aspect which is prayer.
A few days, the boy’s mother approached me and thanked me for the improvements she saw in her son, who happens to be my pupil as well. If there was anyone I should be grateful for, it should be the boy, for being the reason I did not quit my job.