In the storm of teacher demonstrations, the government was forced to defend itself. He keeps repeating that he admits that there is a need to raise teachers' wages, and he does so gradually.
By the way, the presence of minors organized with the protesters indicates that this is not primarily a professional and salary matter, but rather one of the hopeful tools of overthrowing the government. According to my experience as a child and then as a parent, just like many intellectual professions, it was thoroughly destroyed by the dominance of communism for four decades.
I remember when I was a junior student, during Comrade Rákosi's rampage, our headmaster was forced to allow us to address him as "Headmaster Pajtás".
It was not yet possible to ask young children to call them comrades, and the power of worldview wanted to get them used to addressing their instructors as Mr. Teacher: this is how the teachers became our comrades. The only way our poor headmaster could get rid of this address was that one day later - as a punishment for some misbehavior - he no longer allowed us to call him a friend.
The quality of education and training (!) which is neither financially nor socially valued, has deteriorated. They tried to degrade education into soulless slave labor.
The field attracted less and less excellent people, and this unfortunately still forces educational institutions to tolerate those who are unsuitable in terms of knowledge and personality on the boards.
Since I have been involved in straightening the lives of growing up for several generations, I have many examples of this. Now I would like to write down a diary entry of a teenage girl in relation to a subject that is known to be easy and lovable.
After that, I have breakfast, brush my teeth, wrap up, and maybe put on some mascara to cover up my circles the size of decorative discs, which are caused by everyday anxiety - in other words, active life. I ask Father to open the door for me, because it is more difficult with a scooter. The real reason for this is my anxiety; and to feel that I am not alone on this very short journey, which is full of restless thoughts.
I set off for school in the fog-filled gloom of the morning. In the meantime, many things run through my mind, but I can't 100 percent pay attention to these thoughts that only cause restlessness in my heart, because in the morning rush, trouble can happen at any time. Aniko has already called me three times to ask where I am. But when he sees me at the end of the street, he's relieved that we'll get to school on time today. We cross the yard, I lock my scooter, and I listen to these questions from my classmate: Have you learned this song? And that long text about the folk song?
I try to reassure her that she doesn't need to stress about the singing lesson, but it sounds a bit unbelievable coming from me and with this dreaded teacher. We arrive at the hall at exactly 45. The teacher stands up, the class does the same and we sing our greeting, which we know that in a few seconds someone from the class will have to sing alone. Barna, our somewhat strange, pious, very smart classmate, is chosen by the teacher, with the excuse that she must not have been paying attention, because she shooed away the fly flying around her. Barna sings falsely, so the teacher has already entered the single. In this elevated mood, we continue with the material and the series of answers. Everyone is waiting for their doom wrapped in the packaging of the answer in a watchful seat.
Today would have been a very beautiful day - but is it worth raising children to be anxious in the first hour of every Friday?"
This voice is sincere. And of a conscientious, generally well-achieving child. I brought it here to underline: yes, teacher salaries should be increased, but only in proportion to performance. So that the silly joke that the teacher and the pedophile differ in that the latter loves children is not true.
András Kelemen
Featured image: Budapest, December 16, 1965 - A responsible female student in one of the classes of the training elementary school, where students of the Budapest Teacher Training Institute are doing their teaching practice. – MTI Photo: Mária Sziklás
