During a relative's death anniversary, while drinking and drinking, he told him: When I teach a new class, the first rule I remind the students is that they can only ask the teacher about expertise and assignments during teaching hours. Outside of teaching hours, absolutely never text or call to bother me.
He asked again: What if the student has something urgent? He smiled faintly: What do you call a student? You can't and shouldn't call your teacher about personal matters, but asking about academic matters in class is enough. There needs to be distance between teachers and students so that everything is clear and fair from the beginning, just like in the West.
His sister-in-law, also a lecturer, heard that and her voice was full of protest: I'm different. When I teach, I never think of myself as just a teacher, but also a friend of my students. When they have something to call her outside of teaching hours, if she can help, she is still available. It's not wrong if you set the rules. But who knows, maybe thanks to those times of contact outside of class, I can do something useful for my students.
At that point, her sister-in-law's voice lowered and she continued: Until now, I still remember how I promptly heard the confession of a lovelorn student who was planning to commit suicide. When the girl had taken the sleeping pills, she called her sister, and luckily, she was able to call someone to take her to the hospital to save her life.
The cousin was silent, his face slightly pensive. He patted his shoulder and said: Well, in life, everyone has their own principles, their own ways of living, just do what you believe and make it reasonable. But we also have to be flexible and flexible, and we don't always have to follow the rules. Sometimes, too much principle is not as good as no principle!
