Tuesday. 13th of November. 1.30 p.m.
Myself and my partner walking up to the 3rd floor, were the English class of 2n.Batxillerat is about to start.
A crowd of teachers and other students in front of the 4t.ESO door.
4t. ESO students inside the classroom, shouting, screaming, knocking.
What the hell is going on?
I ask my tutor. She tells me this morning, when she had English with them (I didn’t go to her class because students had an exam) these students locked themselves in the class and she couldn’t get in. She explains me that, as I already know, the doors in this centre are always shut and only teachers have the keys.
What does that mean, then?
Yes, someone has stolen the key.
They open the door to her and she asks for the key. Nobody has it. She tells them that she’s going to come back to that room at midday and that she wants the key on the desk. They miss the chance to give back the key anonymously, because when she gets there, the key is not where she wanted it to be. She gives them another opportunity but when another teacher goes to the following class, the door is locked again.
1.30 p.m. Time to go home for the ESO students. But the teachers are the ones who decide to lock that door now, and so if the students do have the key, they themselves will open it and go home. No one makes a movement. No signs of wanting to give the key back. They stay in. But they shout and cry they want to leave. They even bang on the door and almost break the glass. They all know who has it but no one says anything.
1.45 p.m. The head of studies comes. She and a couple of teachers decide to get in. Other teachers send students in the corridors who are observing what’s going on home.
We go to the 2n.Batxillerat class, which is next to the one where all the mess is happening. My tutor asks us to start the lesson with them and so we decide to play a game to break the ice and keep concentration. But there’s a lot of noise and we all want to know what’s going on. We go on with some exercises from the textbook.
2 p.m. The teacher comes. Everything is more silent now. We finish the lesson with the 2n Batxillerat students talking about their interests.
2.30 p.m. The lesson finishes. We stay for a while and ask Mercè how everything has ended up. She tells us they’ve talked to them, they’ve asked them for the key, they’ve insisted on the matter, but there has been no point on doing that. Nobody wanted to say a word. No one informed against the responsible. And the teachers decided to punish them all staying for an hour longer and calling everybody’s parents if the key doesn’t appear.
…
It really seemed like if we were in an American school. I felt scared when they started banging on the door and even the teachers didn’t know how to react. Some said students couldn’t be locked inside a room. Others said that, “yes, if they have they key, they have to be brave enough to open it”. I wanted to stay there and see how these kinds of problems have to be solved. Luckily, the teachers finally got in. I’m sure that if they hadn’t done so, the guys would have broken the door down.
We talked to the other students. Of course they knew who had stolen they key and they though he was a coward and a selfish person, because it was his fault and because of that, all of his classmates had to pick up the tab.
So tell me now, what is the key to education? How should we educate our children?
I ask my tutor. She tells me this morning, when she had English with them (I didn’t go to her class because students had an exam) these students locked themselves in the class and she couldn’t get in. She explains me that, as I already know, the doors in this centre are always shut and only teachers have the keys.
What does that mean, then?
Yes, someone has stolen the key.
They open the door to her and she asks for the key. Nobody has it. She tells them that she’s going to come back to that room at midday and that she wants the key on the desk. They miss the chance to give back the key anonymously, because when she gets there, the key is not where she wanted it to be. She gives them another opportunity but when another teacher goes to the following class, the door is locked again.
1.30 p.m. Time to go home for the ESO students. But the teachers are the ones who decide to lock that door now, and so if the students do have the key, they themselves will open it and go home. No one makes a movement. No signs of wanting to give the key back. They stay in. But they shout and cry they want to leave. They even bang on the door and almost break the glass. They all know who has it but no one says anything.
1.45 p.m. The head of studies comes. She and a couple of teachers decide to get in. Other teachers send students in the corridors who are observing what’s going on home.
We go to the 2n.Batxillerat class, which is next to the one where all the mess is happening. My tutor asks us to start the lesson with them and so we decide to play a game to break the ice and keep concentration. But there’s a lot of noise and we all want to know what’s going on. We go on with some exercises from the textbook.
2 p.m. The teacher comes. Everything is more silent now. We finish the lesson with the 2n Batxillerat students talking about their interests.
2.30 p.m. The lesson finishes. We stay for a while and ask Mercè how everything has ended up. She tells us they’ve talked to them, they’ve asked them for the key, they’ve insisted on the matter, but there has been no point on doing that. Nobody wanted to say a word. No one informed against the responsible. And the teachers decided to punish them all staying for an hour longer and calling everybody’s parents if the key doesn’t appear.
…
It really seemed like if we were in an American school. I felt scared when they started banging on the door and even the teachers didn’t know how to react. Some said students couldn’t be locked inside a room. Others said that, “yes, if they have they key, they have to be brave enough to open it”. I wanted to stay there and see how these kinds of problems have to be solved. Luckily, the teachers finally got in. I’m sure that if they hadn’t done so, the guys would have broken the door down.
We talked to the other students. Of course they knew who had stolen they key and they though he was a coward and a selfish person, because it was his fault and because of that, all of his classmates had to pick up the tab.
So tell me now, what is the key to education? How should we educate our children?
(They are hardly listening to their teacher; not engaged at all, sometimes)
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