“Spare the rod and spoil the child.”
I don’t know about you, I grow up with this philosophy strapped to the forehead of my headmaster, my teachers, my mother, my aunts, and anyone that taught me one way or the other. And because of the ‘painful’ experience, well, I’m a talkative kid, so I decided when I start to teach I will not cane any of my students. And I managed to do so for the past 13 years. I am so proud of myself that I could actually do away with cane and still have students listening and obeying my instructions. However, there are times that I think it is really not quite right. Especially among younger children, at a much tender age. Corporal punishment sometimes is needed to warn them, to emphasise what is wrong.
I brought with me a skinny stick cane ever since I came to my current school. According to the boys, the skinny stick cane creates the most ‘painful’ sting. However, after 2 months of power struggle in the classroom, I can do away with Mr Skinny Stick too.
My immediate supervisor handed me a brand new cane earlier on today. I thought it was a gift for me, until my colleagues told me I have to go and ‘herd’ those wandering ‘kids’ in the school compound into their respective ‘pens’. So I took the cane, changed my heels, and paced up and down the block I was assigned. Trying to look fierce, and asked ‘sternly’ to every passing kid: “Where are you going?”. After their report, I would say, “Go back to your class, now!”
Then this little rascal came up to me and said, “Teacher, I saw you in Facebook.” So? Go back to your class, otherwise I’ll cane you. “Teacher very pretty.” Thank you, and you still have to go back to your class. Really, what was in his little head?!?!
Well, I am a teacher,
I have a cane I need a cane ~