Leaving Versbánat – the writer and poet Ágnes Fehér praises the school in Zichyújfalu

If it is natural for us to be surrounded by care, to be listened to, and to take our personality from our childhood, it is difficult for us to think that there are souls around us who are not this is granted. It is easy to judge those who do not have higher education, let alone literacy. There are divisions, or families in such a condition of life, from which even mere survival results. It is almost impossible to break out. They have as many possibilities as wildflowers in a vase.

As long as we follow the traditional ways of dealing with the unjust, no progress is expected. New ways are found when the three guardians, the school and the teacher come together in a relationship based on flexibility and acceptance, with mutual support. A teacher can tell the difference between true frustration and frustration, aggression and a forced response, or true sadness and pain in the adolescent world, when he feels empowered to make his own judgment. He enjoys so much independence from the leader, and from the leader from his superior, that he wants to move from the templates without fear of the consequences, and he dares a solution strategy that is really to select a particular This requires a stable community of teachers, where staying in a job next month is not involved. We also need a school where the roof is not going to fall on us – literally or figuratively. Is there such a place? Where is the love in its foundation and the conditions given to use this love for the benefit of the children?

I don’t know how many such places there are in Hungary today, I hope there are more than I would think. Anyway, I recently saw with my own eyes such a healing-loving school in Zichyújfalu. As a poet, I participated in the poetry day event of the Reformed Primary School in Zichyújfalu and held an interactive literary session focusing on poetry for the 3rd-6th grades. level, but the older ones also held an impromptu drama session. The spontaneous conversations I had with the teachers and the further exchange of ideas with the principal convinced me that the schoolboy who recites many poems and collects library stamps is the result of a positive vortex coming from within, which connects warm-heartedness with honest desire. to do things. This is where the miracle seems to have started.

How much will this be enough? The wildflowers here grow in a garden instead of a vase, but will they have enough shade and light to develop, be themselves, and still be more than the pre-written script of their destiny? My answer is that it is up to us who are reading this article. Do we hold prejudice or be inclusive? Do we pretend that such a thing exists, or do we draw lessons and inspiration from it? Will we let our teachers work, or will we watch as politics and the specialized tools of education grind them down to the level of everyday wooden wheel parts? In my opinion, the best education policy is the most extensive teacher independence.

My strong argument is a poem written by a child named Alex Lakatos, recited with deep knowledge by Mark, to whom I advised that the power of the heart should be followed by the volume.

Alex Locksmith: My bed is my partner

When I returned home, my soul did not rest, it put the feelings in verses:

Ágnes Fehér: Repentance in Poetry

The heart opens

cries of sorrow.

The key is fate,

his style is raw.

Pulling me in peace,

he lights up the indifference.

It beats me.

Don’t stand aside!

We have to stay.

It is holy to name:

He hides innocent

the mist of the Night.

Article author: Ágnes Fehér, writer, poet, painter, teacher