Thursday, 20 April 2017
It was during the middle session of one my previous batches when I felt something peculiar in the class. There was a student who found really hard coping up with the syllabus. Most of the teachers were annoyed with him because he had too many questions to ask and yet nothing really went in his head. He was always filled with doubts... self and in the books too. He stammered while speaking, he was different from the rest of the students.
He was never seen wasting his time, he was the most obedient student in the entire batch and also the most hard-working one!
But that wasn’t enough! Being innocent and different made his life a struggle. He was bullied by his classmates and was never informed about any plans that the class ever made. A few students did make an effort to help him out but kind of lost patience because of his questions.
A simple math problem which a class 4 boy could solve was a task for this boy.
I feared for him. I wanted to help him but I couldn’t understand how? I paid extra attention to him in the class, I made sure he understood everything well in the class by asking him questions and ensured he answered them as well, but then the next day, it all vanished! He wasn’t able to build bricks and connect dots. As it took a little extra time to explain him things, most of the class would often get annoyed with him, because this was something that happened in almost every lecture.
I was worried. With this kind of attitude, I knew he wouldn’t be able to clear his exams. Also, the current course is a simpler one, but the next level ahead wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, it would be so tough that he might end up leaving his studies forever. And I didn’t want that to happen.
What I couldn’t understand was if he was trying his best then why was he facing so much of issues in the class?
And then, one day I got the answer. I decided to talk to his parents to find out the real problem. And here is what I learned:
This student of mine was mentally challenged, with issues related to memory. He couldn’t retain a single thing, no matter how hard he tried. That was the reason he was always blank in the class. He couldn’t do his daily chores and his brain processed only half of the information thrown at him. He couldn’t figure anything at all for that matter. And yet, no one could ever make out his problem... that’s how well and perfectly normal he looked!
I asked his parents the reason for choosing such a tough course? I mean, it would only hamper his self-esteem if he wouldn’t be able to make it. They could have enrolled him for a simpler course. But
I learned it was his choice... he wanted to go ahead with this course and his parents decided to support him irrespective of the consequences. They wanted him to be happy and help him build the road that he would proudly walk on!
That day onwards, I had so much of respect for this student and I was so proud of him for he never quit. He always tried and found his ways. Despite all the bullying and being a laughing stock for everyone in the class, he didn’t quit! Yes, he took more time than an average student would take, but what mattered was he refused to give up... every single time!