I remember when I was in the third grade (Class 3) and my teacher asked the one question most people ask their children in primary/elementary school—
‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’…
I wanted to be a scientist but most of all I wanted to go to school for 60 years! This was the 6 year old me. The first part has changed (I am an aviator, lover of all things aviation including flying small dangerous planes) but the latter still remains. I am still a student of life.
My teacher was a kind lady, plump and well-known for wearing very bright red lipstick. She usually told parents that the reason behind wearing bright lipstick was to capture the attention of young girls. That she did. A big hibiscus flower in her air usually accompanied the red lipstick. Mrs Lusia.
School in the first and second grade was one big holiday. Days filled with fun things to do; writing on small chalkboards (no ipads/powerpoint/computers), picking flowers from the nun’s gardens, playing hopscotch and the best part…colourful lunch, playtime and nap time. School was interesting, fun, informational, discovery, friendly and my second family. Perhaps that is why I wanted to go to school for 60 years.
Life is a classroom and if one is not willing to learn, one may hinder their development and never reach their full God-given potential. We only stop learning when we die. Teachers play a vital role, to spark interest in learning and to keep this flame going until it burns brightly. For those of us who are eager learners, this little flame usually turns into intense fires that no distance, person, boring Professors (not all of them are boring) will put out. We will forever be students of life and it is up to us whether we want to just learn or understand and share this knowledge with others.