This post details my experience and what i learnt teaching secondary school student in 2014 at a public and private secondary school in River state, This topic https://www.nairaland.com/6344616/pupils-almost-put-me-trouble/5#97717036, motivated me to write.

2012, I finished school, worked briefly in a factory to raise money before NYSC.

2013 June, i was posted to Umunya, Anambra state for NYSC, after camp, i redeployed to Rivers State.

2013 July, i was posted to a public secondary school in a village around ELELE, I was to take SS1 civic education. i had ample time, for a fact too much time. so i decided to look for a secondary place of assignment, I got a private school and was employed to teach commerce and also assist the house master as it was a boarding school, service year was good for me cos, my 19800 was resting, i relied on the 25000 i earned from the private school, i was also feed as assistant house master, i only spent my money on transportation and light drinking, i had no GF.

2013, i began teaching in the public school but discovered they were too playful, noisy etc, I told them i love to play as well, (Coming down to their level) they were amused, i gave the rules that we play hard and work hard, i explained to them that when its time for class, we concentrate as to learn and achieve fast, then when its time for play we play as well, deal or no deal, they agreed. My class was always very interactive and lively, for once this kids wanted me in their class, at free periods, they always came to call me when I'm around. I started working at the private school, but discovered it was a different ball game entirely, they weren't that Noisy, playful, they were always busy, no free periods they were most often reserved smart and intelligent.

2013, It was pretty easy penetrating the ranks of my students in the public school, however, the private school students were reserved, they hardly talk, just answer you and go. I decided to come to their level as well, i started talking with those who wanted to talk, sending them errands, soon other wanted to talk, at the boarding house, I decided to play ball with them, i taught them different games, the girls were just there looking, i decided to interact with them, ask them what sport they liked, i discovered they had long tennis, badminton racket and net in the hostels but weren't, using them, we fixed it, I began teaching them to play, soon they were playing, i discovered there were some girls always lurking around the football pitch, always ready to pick the ball etc, i asked them if they wanted to play, initially they were reluctant and the boys were surprised, they were like uncle, can this one play, uncle i will not mercy tis one o, i will park or fire this one, i told they to be considerate and lets mix them, take care of the girls in your team. to my greatest surprise, they guys were even protecting the girls playing for them, there were too many sporting activities going on simultaneously at the same time and the hostel became very lively, they kids at the hostel had too many to gist for their counterparts in the day school.

2013, i taught my kids in both the public and private secondary schools well, we play well and were very close, i also set what i called traps for flogging, this kept them at high alerts as they did not want to fall into those traps, some felt, uncle just flog me, this standards are too high abeg, i twisted questions to rattle their brains, they were quick to scramble it out and give me the answer, at this point, I tried to take note of those who weren't interested or active in this activities, and paid special attention to them, i helped them the little i could, making them believe in themselves.

2013 December, I organized an end of year party for kids in the public school, the school authorities weren't interested, other corpers weren't interested as well, so we bought cabin biscuits and bottled drinks did a small party and dancing competition and everyone went home for the year.
The private school had an elaborate end of year party, we did a lot of decorations, preparations rehearsals etc. It was an IT savvy school with all kids having Ipads and laptops, We did plenty of digital designs for presentation, i spiced it up with different dances, presentation engaging parents as well. I was very close to the students at this point. party ended and we all went home.

2014 January, school resumed however i was more at the private school doing plenty work as the director was always pressing, we took the students on tour, expos, excursions, competitions etc, we did a lot of marketing jobs to sell he school, i was made head of project 2000, it was a project to sell 2000 forms at 2000 Naira each, i was given the resources to achieve this target, in between this, i still had inter personal relationships with my students most especially the boarding house students, in the evening when we get home, i also organized some competitions with my kids at the public school during the second term.

2014 May, Third term, i was supposed to hand over to a junior corper, as i was leaving the following month, i still taught my student in the public school bringing them out of their shell, some of their parents brought plantain, garri, rice, beans, pepper, maggi, mango, banana etc God bless them all where ever they are today. i always dash the excess out as i was feeding from the private school i was working as well,

2014 June, this month was a month for retrospect, it was an emotional month as well, i left the public school at the middle of the term, i remember my students, both boys and girls were crying, i took time to hug all of the, took phone picture and boom, service was over, dumped my khaki, labour market, the director or the private school i worked reached agreement in principles to increase my salary to take up a permanent role in the school, I concentrated fully on the job at hand, doing aggressive marketing to sell the forms, at the end of third term, I and my team had sold 2004 forms smashing the target.

2014 August shortly after third term, I was made the head of another project, to conduct common entrance for over 2000 pupils and select the best 600 as that is what the school can handle at full capacity, we had to device a means of conducting the exams into different classes in batches in order to avoid over crowding, it was another success, however trouble started when some powerful parent influenced the admission, wetin concern me. The decisions taken afterwards was above my pay grade.

2014 August/September, we organized summer school, which went well, I was made head of another project, Creating and managing the school website, data base, synchronizing data, uploading student and staff data, uploading result and creating online project for each student, we had a limited time frame to achieve this as the developers came from Lagos, i selected my team, made up of vibrant staffs, we worked day and overnight for three (3) consecutive days to achieve this.

2014 October/November/December, First term began, however, the security situation had deteriorated in this community, this was during the days of Don Wanny and co, I had near death experience on three separate occasions, on a particular day, one of the driver refused to come pick the student bus very early in the morning around 5am, other drivers had gone, in order not to fail the parents, I decided to go pick the minder, then proceed to go pick the kids, on the way to the minders house around 5.15am i ran into some cultist, they sat in a circle, each with burning candles right in front of them, they all wore white singlet and tied a red rope round their heads, with a bamboo leave in their mouth, they all stood up in unison all holding cutlass, guns and dangerous weapons, they shouted park, park, i initially wanted to accelerate into a corner and try to escape, however it was as if God took charge, i took the turn then park and came down, they were in front so i would have ran into them, some of them began to say carpon make we run am, i was scared to the marrow, i began to beg moving backwards telling them i was going to pick school kids, i told them to look at the school logo on the bus, apparently they saw the school poster, one said lie down raised his machete, i ran close to one whose machete was still down, i knelt down and begged him, and he told the other about 6 to leave me alone. the guy gave me a serious warning and told me to go, while i was driving out, i saw many of them hidden in corners even flashing touch, how i entered the den of death and came out alive is only God. Another close shave with death i will never forget is a champions league match, Manchester United vs Chelsea i watched it in one hotel, a guy and a lady left just 3 min to the end of the game, on coming out, i saw them right in front, about five guys came out from the bush, held the girl down, the guy tried to fight, he was shot dead, i and my friend hid close to the bush but they saw us from afar and ran towards us, we dashed into he bush escaping to the other street.

2014 December, The security situation in Omoku had become too serious, after the end of year party, i danced and danced with my kids, I traveled for Christmas on the 24th December 2014, i have not return to the community since then. The security situation was so bad in 2015 many schools had to close.

I love teaching, I still fancy the opportunity I'm currently in Abuja.

I love teaching.


But it's underpaid.

Long.. longer..longest...who you want give headache..?..

Ever8090:
Long.. longer..longest...who you want give headache..?..

make reading a culture... learn sir

Ever8090:
Long.. longer..longest...who you want give headache..?..

Go school problem
Read books problem
Read online problem
That why you dey carry bag up and down with no book inside.

I used to love teaching...but not anymore. I have seen the light. Teachers rewards are in heaven, I want my rewards here on planet earth

femi4:
I used to love teaching...but not anymore. I have seen the light. Teachers rewards are in heaven, I want my rewards here on planet earth

That is how the Nigerian clime made us believe our reward is not on earth.

Nice experience.

Kudos

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teacher.

femi4:
I used to love teaching...but not anymore. I have seen the light. Teachers rewards are in heaven, I want my rewards here on planet earth

Honestly , i can't help but laugh at this comment of yours.

Teaching would have been a good profession to pursue but the Nigeria system of governance undermine that sector.

I can see you did enjoy or fall in love with teaching you should pursue career in that sector.

Only men who have surrendered to poverty will take up teaching in private schools in Nigeria.

What an interesting read.
We thank God for your life.
Only God has preserved you thus far.

CrazyGranddad:
Nice experience. Hope you didn't abuse the teenage girls. You didn't tell us that part. �

No, he did not.
He is a great guy.
Is that all?

..........some of their parents brought plantain, garri, rice, beans, pepper, maggi, mango, banana etc God bless them all where ever they are today

Oh, memories rushing by!
Baba God, All of us @[b][/b] : thank you for life o

While other corpers were busy fiddling secondary girls you were busy impacting knowledge...
May God Bless You

Pls some shld summarize for us in 2 sentence pls....

Nice

[color=#000099][/color]I never fancied being a teacher even though I got a lot of opportunities.

It’s okay, it’s okay

Ok

Nigeria education system keep producing graduates every year rather than entrepreneurs. Think about it, despite few jobs out there, many are still trapped in the system.

Despite spending years studying in our non-conductive University and polytechnic environment, they will use NYSC to reprogram you for another reality of life.

Imagine a graduate being reduced to teaching in primary schools, infact, if you are lucky; secondary school. You will be paid peanuts thinking that is what life suppose to be.

I have seen engineers, lawyers, accountants, architects and other noble professionals posted to school to teach. Myself was posted to teach too.

My respect goes to the qualified teachers our there. Qualified teachers are meant to be in school to teach, they have being trained for that purpose.

My Advice:

If you are still in school, try and invest in your self. As you study, there are lots of lucrative skills out there from programming to graphic design, agriculture among other vocational skills. Myself, I study business administration but web design gave me the opportunity to be where I am today. I have also diversified into agriculture.

I have never worked under anybody since I graduated in 2012 and will never do. I realize service year if care is not taken can be a waste of time if i don't plan for my future, so I only went for signing of PV when I was a corper( I never put on the kaki after I left camp).

If you need any skill, vocations that can make you a successful entrepreneur, check this my thread on nairaland via the link below:

https://www.nairaland.com/6320025/biggest-job-opportunity-oyo-state

I taught Maths and Chemistry in a public school in Abia State while serving.
Those students caused me a lot of headache, they will prefer farming for teachers in the school to learning.

Abia State Secondary education system has really deteriorated, they government should endeavour to pay teachers, so they will be encouraged.

They teachers were being owed for months, the were reluctant to enter classes or put effort, which even made some corpers to lose focus..

I really felt for the students that were really determined to learn but found themselves in such state. Really tried my best while fighting indiscipline too, it wasn't easy at all..
Nigeria matter tire me, being a teacher here is really a tough one. Imagine being owed for 10months.

teachers in d house over to u

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Nice experience. Hope you didn't abuse the teenage girls. You didn't tell us that part. �

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