I started taking classes again recently, as in last night, recently.
I am one of "those" people when I am a student. I am the annoying, sit in the front, notebook ready, hand poised for question answering, did all the homework kind of student. I can't help it. I love it so much. And, since I freely admit it, I think it makes me somewhat tolerable as a classmate. Trust me, you want me as your group partner!
All day today thoughts of education were on my mind.
~Imagine these in little thought bubbles~
I know people who have fought to be educated.
I know people who have left their families to be educated.
I know people who have to struggle to learn even the most basic things.
I know that I love to be in a classroom, engaged in conversation, learning from my classmates, thinking about things differently, suffering through the cognitive dissonance, groaning at the syllabus review.... oh, the geeky pleasure of it all!
Why do I love it so ridiculously?
I love the moment when either as a student, or as a teacher, something fits as a little golden "tidbit" (as my dear friend likes to say) into the intricate weave of intellect and the person is changed.
I love that "eureka" moment, shouted silently or out loud when it finally makes sense; when the equation is balanced, the argument made, the point delivered, the right question asked.
The opportunity to learn- a blessing to me!
P.S- Today I had all of these thoughts and also left my gym bag in the driveway instead of putting it my car before I went to work. Yep. Ridiculous, but true. As Victor Hugo once said,"“Common sense is in spite of, not the result of, education.” Obviously. :)
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