Teachers good and bad

When we get to teenage we want to kick it all off and start again.

Me, my life, my way.

Can teachers be just too good and leave us not knowing who we really are?

Of course successful people thank their mum or their teacher etc. Unsuccessful people blame their upbringing and probably with justification.

So we all go through life with quirky prejudices and confusing notions, teasing at them with reason, dreaming, singing, laughing and crying.

Singing for instance.

“And did those feet, in ancient times, walk upon England’s pastures green?”

Somewhere in the hinterland of our thoughts and dreams we float in wonder dreaming of who we are and why we are what we are.

Knowing all the answers would be really awful. Is there something about learning itself which we need to understand?

Teacher do not tell me any answers. Just show me how to learn.

My grandfather said, “I went to a very good school — The most expensive in England. But life is a better school — — and also more expensive.” Sadly for me he lost all his money.