{"id":1150,"date":"2025-06-01T05:15:47","date_gmt":"2025-06-01T12:15:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cmportland.org\/HariPatrika2026\/?p=1150"},"modified":"2026-06-13T07:58:47","modified_gmt":"2026-06-13T14:58:47","slug":"11th-grade-teachers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cmportland.org\/HariPatrika2026\/11th-grade-teachers\/","title":{"rendered":"11th Grade: I Thought I Was There to Teach, But They Had Other Plans"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Reflections of a teacher: Shyam Venkatesh<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As the academic year wraps up, I\u2019m looking back at my High School Class that I taught this year &#8211; and honestly? I think I was the one who got the real education.<\/p>\n<p>I started this year with a very heavy, very dusty suitcase of &#8220;nostalgic baggage.&#8221; My hidden agenda was simple: I was going to &#8220;save&#8221; these kids from the modern world by anchoring them to a &#8220;glorious past.&#8221; It took me a few months to realize that my &#8220;wisdom&#8221; was just a barrier. I was walking into class with a teacher-knows-best attitude, which is a fantastic way to ensure absolutely nothing sinks in.<\/p>\n<p>Through the practice of Viveka (intellectual discrimination), I eventually had to admit that my sense of superiority wasn&#8217;t spiritual insight\u2014it was just my own v\u0101san\u0101-s (past impressions) being stubborn. I was looking at their &#8220;bold and brash&#8221; energy and judging it as &#8220;decadent.&#8221; Looking back at my own BMI model (Body, Mind, Intellect), I realized my intellect was just churning out &#8220;I\u2019m right, you\u2019re wrong&#8221; tapes on a loop. It was a humbling moment, realizing that my supposedly &#8220;pure&#8221; spiritual teacher ego was, well, kind of annoying.<\/p>\n<p>My teaching style underwent a bit of a mid-life crisis. I traded my didactic lectures for \u015arava\u1e47am (sincere, active listening)\u2014mostly because I had to. When these kids challenged our traditions, I stopped taking it as a sign of the apocalypse. Instead, I turned our class into a Socratic dialogue, opening up my own rigid positions just to watch them get poked and prodded by 16-year-olds. It was terrifying at first\u2014to have your arguments dismantled by teenagers\u2014but that\u2019s Mananam (reflection) in motion. It forced me to actually understand what I was teaching, not just recite it.<\/p>\n<p>I also had to rethink Satsa\u1e45ga (good association). I used to define it as &#8220;people who agree with me.&#8221; This year, I learned that Satsa\u1e45ga is actually sitting in a room with a bunch of kids who refuse to accept things at face value. It forced me to practice Vair\u0101gya\u2014detaching from my desperate need to be the &#8220;correct&#8221; one in the room\u2014so I could prioritize \u015areyas (the path of long-term growth) over the cozy comfort of being nostalgic.<\/p>\n<p>I even had to clean up my vocabulary. I\u2019ve dropped the &#8220;we versus them&#8221; narrative, which was exhausting anyway, and moved toward more inclusive language. I\u2019ve realized the Purusharthas apply to everyone, not just people who act exactly like I did when I was seventeen.<\/p>\n<p>So, here I am, ending the year with fewer answers than I started with, but much better questions. I\u2019m trading my &#8220;nostalgic baggage&#8221; for a bit of actual wisdom, and I am profoundly grateful to these students. They challenged me, they corrected me, and they made me a much better seeker\u2014even if they did make me feel a little bit like a dinosaur along the way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reflections of a teacher: Shyam Venkatesh As the academic year wraps up, I\u2019m looking back at my High School Class that I taught this year &#8211; and honestly? I think I was the one who got the real education. 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