Autobiography of a
My education, its all
become a blur... a twisting mosaic of various images, some good and
some bad. For all but a few years of my life, I have been waking up
five days a week for school. Of course there are exceptions like
sick days, holidays and so on, but for the majority of my life, my
weekdays have consisted of getting up and going to school. The
repetition, it seems has become completely entwined with my everyday
life. Schedules are built around school, time is budgeted to make
room for school. "I can't go to the movies, because I have too much
homework." How many times have I said this? I notice that after
awhile I get so into the routine of going from class to class, that
by Friday I often can't tell the difference between Monday and
Tuesday. It is just one of the many strange mysteries of education.
I have discovered that the more I like the class, the more I will
remember it. A class where the teacher blandly recites information
from the book becomes a drag. It is a classic example of the Banking
Concept of Education. The teacher expects the students to sit there
and take in everything. A student asking "why" is an inconvenience,
and that is made not paying attention. It's sad, and it happens...
far too often.
After awhile you lose interest in actually gaining information.
Memorize the information so you can ace the quiz on Thursday, and
remember none of what you memorized by Friday. This sort of
lifestyle gets old real quick, and it is the sad reality for many
students. The situation is entirely different when the teacher
actually takes the time to check and see if the students are indeed
learning. I have always enjoyed it when a teacher allows the
students some room for creativity, as opposed to the "do it this way
or else" style of teaching that we know so well. I like to put my
personality into what I do, be it formal essay or not. When a
teacher hands me a piece of paper that says, in short, "you must do
it this way,"well... .the effects are not exactly motivational.
Classes where creativity is common place tend to actually stick in
my mind. I have plenty of memories for the English class that I
enjoyed in 6th grade, but the only memory I have of that class in
7th grade is me sitting at my desk wishing it was lunch. This single
memory sums up the entire year, one photographic image representing
250 odd days of class attendance. Me sitting at a desk. I love the
freedom of writing, and have always been grateful to teachers that
say, "Ok I want you to go nuts with this one." Of course there is
some give and take requirements must be fulfilled, and not every
assignment can be completely free. This does not mean, however, that
every assignment has to be rigidly controlled. A teacher that asks
his or her students to challenge the information presented to them,
is one that has made the commitment of making sure that students who
enter the classroom leave with something new. Perhaps the students
will gain new writing skills, or develop a sense of critical and
creative thinking. So as long as it isn't just another class that
you go into, and come out retaining nothing, glad that it is over.
I know that I have been in a good class when I find myself feeling
had that I won't have the same teacher next year. My English teacher
from freshman year was the same way. His way of teaching had a
massive impact on me. I discovered that writing was not the tiresome
chore that I had previously made it out to be. When I left that
class I regretted the fact that I would not have him again, and by
some twist of fate he ended up being the only teacher that I have
ever had twice. The papers and stories I wrote in my freshman and
sophomore years of high school are what I consider my finest works.
Ever since, my writing has been different, I have developed a style
that reflects me. It does not matter if it's a free expression, or a
more analytical piece. I decided from that day forth, that every
piece I write will be my own, and the ideal learning situation would
be walking away from every class with that feeling. In the next
chapter of my education, I like to picture the ideal environment.
College is a whole new thing, and I am free to take courses that
interest me. I hope to put myself into a learning environment that
is challenged, but not an overload. The perfect situation would be
having the same kind of experience that I did in my freshman English
class, in all of my academic endeavors. This dream is, of course,
not the easiest thing to achieve, but I think that now is the best
time to try to get as close to it as possible.