Of the multitude of educators I have had, two who teach me this year stand out clearly. One has taught me some years past, and the other is new to me.
The one who has taught me before is erudite and awe inspiring. He sparked my love for the subject he teaches. The impression he has left on my life is profound. Now he has returned again, and his presence not only rekindles my love for his subject, but makes him a foil to another teacher I have been cursed with this year. He could be called an adroit mindsmith.
The second one contrasts the first horribly. She cannot communicate with her students. She cannot answer questions, and rather than admitting her shortcomings, insults and humiliates the innocent pupil. Malcom Forbes said that the purpose of education is to replace empty minds with open ones, and here my hypocritical 'teacher' works to create fear in the student. Sickening.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Emesis
Slippery slope emesis.
For the want of a pill, a dinner was lost.
For the want of a dinner, a sleep was lost.
For the want of a sleep, a day of learning was lost.
For the want of a day, an education was lost.
For the want of an education, a future was lost.
For the want of a future, a life was lost.
For the want of a pill, a dinner was lost.
For the want of a dinner, a sleep was lost.
For the want of a sleep, a day of learning was lost.
For the want of a day, an education was lost.
For the want of an education, a future was lost.
For the want of a future, a life was lost.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Solo Amoeba
The most efficient creature.
Hampered not by others.
Unicellular.
Self-sufficient.
An island.
A rock.
Wild.
Hampered not by others.
Unicellular.
Self-sufficient.
An island.
A rock.
Wild.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Short story of a donkey
A handsome ass sits between two bales of hay. It is closer to one, but it eyes the other, bigger, tastier-looking one. It wants both, but it knows that going for one means forgoing the other.
It must choose. The adjacent, and still-tasty bale? Or the one that's slightly further away, but holds many times more promise.
There is a twist in the story though. The handsome ass doesn't know if the one further away really exists. It could very well be his mind playing tricks on him. Going to that bale and finding out that it doesn't exist will be very annoying. It might mean embarassment for him, and he surely cannot handle that.
He sits in contemplation, pondering which bale to eat. As the weeks go by he grows thinner and thinner. Now looking little more than a cheap handbag on a bony clothes-rack, he still cannot decide.
Food is within easy reach, but the handsome ass starves to death.
It must choose. The adjacent, and still-tasty bale? Or the one that's slightly further away, but holds many times more promise.
There is a twist in the story though. The handsome ass doesn't know if the one further away really exists. It could very well be his mind playing tricks on him. Going to that bale and finding out that it doesn't exist will be very annoying. It might mean embarassment for him, and he surely cannot handle that.
He sits in contemplation, pondering which bale to eat. As the weeks go by he grows thinner and thinner. Now looking little more than a cheap handbag on a bony clothes-rack, he still cannot decide.
Food is within easy reach, but the handsome ass starves to death.
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