But.
Somehow, some of what was flung into my mind during that time took root. It lay dormant for a while, but sometime during the first year of college, seedlings started breaking through the hard earth of my brain, perhaps softened by the water of college tuition and fertilized by a goal to get into a study abroad program, which required a higher GPA than my 2.5. I realized I was grateful for the teachers who had put up with me over the years. I started to want to learn. I started to be curious about the world. And then I traveled a bit and realized how precious and rare the opportunity for education was. I realized that I had lived in an egg carton; fragile and protected from a reality I had no idea existed. I realized that education could change the world...teach a man to fish, you know...
My hope is that I can be patient and help instill in these kids a desire to learn...or at least keep them from hating it until they figure out how amazing it can be. My other hope is that I don't strangle them before they get to that point...
Strangling is not allowed. Honest reflection!
ReplyDeleteI personally prefer to grow eyeballs in my garden, but to each their own, eh? You're the kind of student we want in art.
ReplyDeleteYou mean I'm the kind of student you keep getting in art...
ReplyDeleteAs I was falling asleep last night I realized that I am, in many ways, STILL my own worst nightmare. :D
I was probably a worse student than you, but regardless. Look how beautiful we are today. I mean gosh! - i said gosh!
ReplyDeleteWe still spend more time in cafe's than we should. At 7:35 this morning Mom and I passed Deb's, and decided we needed to stop for breakfast rather than grade papers, and that we really didn't need to be in our rooms until 8:00. *grin*
ReplyDeleteWe still sleep on tables and in the back of pickup trucks. Often.
We still read more than we talk to each other.
And we definitely still giggle incessantly and talk to ourselves.
Yep.
You're still your worst nightmare. Join the club.
Laura Shayne
Teachers hate it when students inappropriately giggle in class but as a teacher use humor and laugh with them. Ya half to make it fun or else you will go insane yourself. Yes, I was a giggler too - professors hate it!
ReplyDeleteConsidering global warming- what good will it do to teach a man to fish if the oceans are all boiling?
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