Como ya he hablado en otro post de las grandes enseñanzas que me dejaron algunos de mis maestros, hoy les compartiré una anécdota amarga que vivi con una profesora que marcó mi vida. En Liceo tenía una profesora de biología en tercer año de bachillerato que era muy estricta y amargada. cuando ella llegaba el ambiente en el salón cambiaba, nunca se reía y siempre se metía con mi cabello. me decía constantemente que me peinara o usara una cola en su clase, aunque los demás profesores no me decían nada que parecía una bruja. me caía muy mal la enana siniestra como les decían algunos de mis compañeros, porque ella era muy pequeña, pero que podía hacer a si soy es la forma de mi cabello. tanto me acomplejaron sus malas palabras y comentarios que en esa época del Liceo me alisaba para encajar. era tan loca esa profesora que si veía aún compañero hablar con otro, le lanzaba lo que tuviera en la mano, la tiza, un lápiz o el borrador. por eso tuvo muchos problemas y quejas, pero no la votaban porque tenía muchos años dando clases.
>As I have already talked in another post about the great teachings that some of my teachers left me, today I will share with you a bitter anecdote that I lived with a teacher that marked my life.
In high school I had a biology teacher in the third year of high school who was very strict and bitter.when she arrived the atmosphere in the classroom changed, she never laughed and always picked on my hair.she constantly told me to comb my hair or wear a ponytail in her class, even though the other teachers didn't say anything to me that I looked like a witch.I disliked the sinister dwarf, as some of my classmates called her, because she was very small, but what could she do if I am the shape of my hair.her bad words and comments made me so self-conscious that at that time in high school I straightened my hair to fit in.that teacher was so crazy that if she saw a classmate talking to another, she would throw whatever she had in her hand, chalk, a pencil or an eraser.for that reason she had many problems and complaints, but she was not voted because she had been teaching for many years.
En una ocasión perdí los estribos con esa maestra porque le dije varias veces que necesitaba ir al baño y no me hizo caso, yo tenía la regla y sentí que había tenido un accidente, aun así no me dejó ir. Cuando me vio salir del aula, me dijo: Y tú, ¿a dónde crees que vas? Cuando le dije que iba al baño, me dijo: No te he dado permiso, Pero si lo pensé, cogí mi mochila, salí del aula corriendo directamente al baño, no me importaba si me había dado permiso. una emergencia es una emergencia. vino al baño golpeando la puerta diciendo que era una falta de respeto, le contesté que yo no le he faltado al respeto, sé que esto es una escuela no una cárcel. Vino al cubículo del baño donde yo estaba y al ver que no abría la puerta me tiró agua y me dijo que no entraba en su aula. Respiré hondo, esto era personal para mí, sabía lo que iba a hacer, me até el pelo con un pañuelo y fui al aula.
>On one occasion I lost my temper with that teacher because I told her several times that I needed to go to the bathroom and she ignored me, I had my period and I felt that I had had an accident, even so she did not let me go.When she saw me leave the classroom, she said: "And you, where do you think you are going?When I told him I was going to the bathroom, he said: I have not given you permission, But if I thought about it, I took my backpack, I left the classroom running straight to the bathroom, I did not care if he had given me permission.an emergency is an emergency.he came to the bathroom banging on the door saying it was disrespectful, I replied that I have not disrespected him, I know this is a school not a prison.He came to the bathroom cubicle where I was and when he saw that I did not open the door he threw water on me and told me that I was not coming into his classroom.I took a deep breath, this was personal for me, I knew what I was going to do, I tied my hair with a scarf and went to the classroom.
Mientras ella escribía en el Pizarro. Yo la Jale por los pelos, ella también me jaló, nos peleamos, ella me rasguñó la cara, yo también, unos compañeros nos separaron, eso causo tanto escándalo que llego el director y la profesora solo se quería dar de víctima que yo era una loca que la ataque de repente mientras ella daba su clase, pero nunca contó lo que ella me IZÓ y ahora que lo pienso mejor reaccione muy mal, era muy joven e impulsiva. me expulsaron del liceo por 1 mes, fue un problema grande, hasta la defensoría del niño se metió a investigar porque ella tenía varias quejas y a la profesora la votaron, nunca fue esa mi intención, incluso nunca me ha gustado llamar la atención, suelo tener pocas amigas, pero tras ese evento todos me decían la peleona. yo no me considero así porque suelo tolerar muchas cosas, pero todos tenemos un límite y yo ese día alcancé el mío.
>While she was writing in the Pizarro.I pulled her by the hair, she also pulled me, we fought, she scratched my face, me too, some classmates separated us, that caused such a scandal that the principal arrived and the teacher just wanted to pretend that I was a victim that I was a crazy person who suddenly attacked her while she was giving her class, but she never told what she did and now that I think about it I reacted very badly, I was very young and impulsive.I was expelled from school for 1 month, it was a big problem, even the children's ombudsman went to investigate because she had several complaints and the teacher was voted, that was never my intention, even I have never liked to call attention, I usually have few friends, but after that event everyone called me the fighter.I do not consider myself like that because I usually tolerate many things, but we all have a limit and that day I reached mine.
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