How good a teacher are you? →[More:]Yesterday, I was called to an aunt's place to help my nephew with a poem that he would have to sing in a competition in front of his class. I'd been struggling the whole day to find something suitable for him to say (which wasn't too long, or too hard to memorize), but wasn't coming up with anything. It was either too childish for him, or way out of his league. So I thought I'd compromise and cut out a few lines from a poem that I kind of liked, and thought he would too (The Farmer in the Dell), and would see how that goes. When I reached his house, he'd just gotten back from school, and was in a bit of a grumpy mood (having his lunch), and on seeing me, got even grumpier, at the thought of learning a poem just one day before its recitation. Not even one day--maybe half.
So there we were, sitting on the couch, he looking straight down at the ground, not even wanting to acknowledge my presence, and I asked him what the matter was. If he thought that he wouldn't be able to do it? And then I said--look--it's easy, you just have to learn this first para, and the first two lines of it are the same, and the middle one is just a rhyming sequence of words, and then the last line is the same one again. That's it. You basically have to learn two lines and you've got the whole poem. Aw, you should've seen his face light up as soon as he heard that. He was still a bit hesitant, but you could see a glimmer of hope on his face, and I grabbed it.
I dived into the poem with my best poetry voice, and sang the first stanza as sincerely as I could. He was hooked. "Okay, okay--now I'll do it." And that was it. Withing the next 15 minutes he'd learned the entire poem, sans a few lines towards the end, which I'd removed so as not to make things too complicated.
And you know what--he ended up getting first place the next day. Howzaaa!