Jim Guittard’s Place

Class Clown

Posted in Uncategorized by guittard on July 17, 2009

Once upon a time there was an idiot. The idiot began to lose his mind. He forgot his name so he signed up to go to school. At school, he learned to curse, throw paper, and yell. It was fun for him. But then one day, the teacher gave him bad marks and he went home crying to his parents. His parents forgave him and he went back to school and became the class clown. As class clown, he ruled over the classroom like a king. Everyone laughed and thought well of him. But the boy, constantly needed attention. His hysteria was a cover for his sad loneliness. One day, he forgot how to laugh. He lost all purpose as did his followers. Now he lives like a slave to his own fears and stupidity. He’s come full circle and is an idiot again.

TO THE EDITOR: Bulgarian Teachers

Posted in Bulgaria, Society by guittard on October 26, 2007

The teacher is a human whose work is to teach somebody something. The Bulgarian teacher from the olden times leaves a big mark on teachers nowadays in the way to transmit culture to the students.

Because of those teachers in the olden times, we retain our nation and culture.

Every human passes through the school system and takes from it: knowledge and goodness. Only a teacher knows how much it takes to give the best to the student. Not everyone can be a teacher because even now there are teachers who don’t think about the way that they give information to the student. The teacher wouldn’t make mistakes if he or she knew what he or she was doing.

If a teacher is good with us, we will remember him for a long time. But we won’t remember for long the teacher who is always angry and bad and doesn’t provide much of a good experience. The human who gives all of his self and all that he knows, this is the Bulgarian teacher.

Many students don’t give much energy to learning, so they, too, are a good reason for a teacher to be bad. Nobody thinks about how much the Bulgarian teacher is giving and what he gets for all his work. The students and other people don’t think about what they are given and what they get from the Bulgarian teacher.

They are the people with big hearts and knowledge and little payment.

Why don’t we think about it?

Albert Krumov
11th grade
Simeon Radev School

(I helped my student write this to the Sofia Echo about the ongoing Bulgarian teacher strike.)

15 September (1st Day of School Bulgaria)

Posted in Bulgaria, Education, Society by guittard on September 19, 2006

Let’s see. I drank two glasses of wine, one beer, and five shots of rakia, and three shots of Menta. Then I stumbled out of the room and puked in the hall. Just kidding, only one coffee. It was pretty low key. There was some whiskey going around the teacher room but it never got close to me.