Students of all ages
started back to school a little over three weeks ago, some as early as mid-August.
Watching the kids riding the buses and streetcars, I remembered my own years of
formal education – some more productive (and happier) than others. I’m also
reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower
– another nostalgic reminder of the people who inspired me to learn.
I think ‘teach’ is a
misnomer. For most of what happens while we are in school, college and
university – or actually what should
happen – a better word is inspire. A teacher who inspires a love of learning
does more than instruct. That teacher encourages an inquisitive mind, opening
doors for the student that imparting of facts can never do.
I can remember so many
teachers who captivated me with their love of their profession and their
charges. Some were mysterious. Some were difficult. Some were cruel and some
were saints.
I was never a
particularly brilliant student. Competent in most subjects but with little
commitment to the hard graft of getting good grades, particularly in Algebra.
Girls were not supposed to be good at math or science. Equations evaded my
grasp until my 7th grade math teacher, Miss Hughes, gave up her
after school hours once a week to give four of us special tuition. When
equations clicked for us, we had no idea then what her commitment to our
understanding of a mathematical formula offered us and our futures.
If not for Miss
Hughes, math would have continued to be my nemesis as it was for so many of my
colleagues in community arts organizations. Miss Hughes’s few hours of tuition gave
me a grounding in numbers that led to good jobs in the industry that most
interested me as well as open opportunities in information technology that
never occurred to me as a teenager.
A few years later, I
sat in class and listened to Mr. Lombardi talk about language, particularly the
English language. His love of language spoke to the heart of what I had always
wanted to do, regardless of what job I might have to take. He also gave me the
confidence to believe that a career in writing was a possibility for me, even
if others urged me to be ‘practical’, be a teacher.
While in university, I detoured into Art and Theater Studies. While studying Art, I found inspiration for my heroine in Wait a Lonely Lifetime (now in paperback). I also took courses in Astronomy and Physics. Eventually, I
returned my love of language, first and foremost. The detours provided
ample fuel for stories. They also extended my schooling by several years!
During my post-graduate years, I
had an opportunity to explore teaching as a career.
Although I had a few
triumphs and amazing, special moments of being credited with changing someone’s
life, I realized I had none of the commitment to the profession that I had
experienced. I was and still am a student.
A student can never be
bored – there is always something new to discover. For this special gift, from
those who are so gifted to inspire a love of learning, I am forever grateful. I would never have become a writer without you.
2 comments:
very inspiring blog! Made me think of my favorite German teacher who provoked us into thinking. I'll never forget him.
Having one teacher who provokes you to think is a blessing, Beate. Thank you!
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