I was talking the other day about the motivations of my
students. In fact my pupils come in various kinds. I was referring there to the
students of the Academy I run in the evenings. For several years I have also
taught in a high school which is ‘concertado’, that is, privately run but
largely publicly funded.
The pupils at the Academy, nearly all school age, between 5
and 18 years old, usually know why they are there and, and the older they are
the more likely they are to know it. The younger ones are sent by their
parents, and their motivation is more the atmosphere we create for them than
any sense of the importance of what they’re learning, but older children know
perfectly well what they are doing, even if they don’t always feel like coming
to class. But this group is naturally self-selecting, as the less motivated
drop out and parents with less appreciation of its importance don’t send their
offspring in the first place.
The school is a different matter. I was a high school
teacher for some years, but in private schools. These last three years in what
is effectively a state school, for my purposes here, have not exactly been a
revelation, but they have been instructive in many ways.
A lot of teenage children simply don’t realize that they
could aspire to a life economically better than that of their parents, and that
school is part of the route to that life. They expect to be what they see their
parents to be. I am aware that we, at the school, also do a poor job of
transmitting the possibilities, but it is a difficult task. By the teenage
years the idea of what they are, of where they have come from and what they
might become, is set in stone, and if they sometimes go beyond those limits in
their imagination, they don’t see those dreams as a possible reality.
The school overlooks the main square of this little city of
mine, a place where retired men congregate on warmer days, to put the world to
rights and remember other times (we call that section the Moncloa), people like
me congregate some evenings to drink beer and also put the world to rights.
Children gather at weekends to just sort of be, recently there is a group of
young lads has taken to practising break dancing in the evenings, to the
delight of the younger children. Bats and birds flit throw the branches of the
trees, faceless barmen come and go keeping things moving, and all of this fuses
together into a fluid whole which is how
we interpret life here. But I digress, I’m a polemicist here, not a narrator.
There have always
been the gypsies, drunks, junkies and mentally incapable, begging or just
hanging around. It’s one of the best places because it’s where the people are.
But in recent years there has been a large increase in ‘normal’ beggars, people
who are on the streets through no fault of their own, except that they placed
too much faith in their ability to do one thing and one thing only. They are
mostly tradesmen or workmen who found that what they had been doing for years,
the means they had always used to keep their families and pay their bills, and
to allow themselves to live, was no longer required. And they have nothing else
to offer the world.
I sometimes ask a class to think about what they have seen
in the square on the way to school, and to wonder about the people who beg in
the square, whether they could ever be like them. They assume they will never
be hopeless drunks or drug addicts or mentally ill, and they assume that they
will have some kind of trade or skill. It is hard to make them see that many of
those who are on the street through no fault of their own thought the same
thing. They are not doctors and engineers and trilingual secretaries, these beggars,
they only had one thing to offer and suddenly it is no longer needed. The
mistake they made, they made at the age of the pupils I’m dealing with. It was
not to take advantage of their chance to get a better education while they
could. It doesn’t get through to the ones who most need to understand it,
because their background does not allow them to see themselves as more than
they are now.
Most of them will muddle through, and get along in life ok,
with hard work and a few setbacks, but some will not, and the reasons will be
the decisions they take now, decisions they were not aware of making, because
they didn’t know they had a choice.