I went to a blogger interactive event this weekend, and you’ll never guess what happened! But, go ahead and guess. I’ll wait.
Does anyone have the Jeopardy music we can play while we wait?
No? Well, just hum to yourselves then.
Done? Good. All of your guesses were wrong! I said you wouldn’t guess it!
At the gathering, we were given prompts to write about on our blogs. You may have guessed that. But, what you wouldn’t have guessed is that the prompts were the idea of, and provided by, a non-blogger who crashed the event! How funny, right? All those creatives in one place and it was someone else who came up with the idea.
Well, I thought it was funny.
Anyway, my prompt was: Which school age teacher encouraged/inspired you [me] and how?
I hated school. I thought I was smarter than most of my teachers. I don’t remember much about elementary school beyond only liking recess. All of my memories of junior high are bad: embarrassing school projects, bullies, awkward crushes, awkward moments in general. I guess I have some good memories from high school, but not many of them are actually school related. And I can’t pull a teacher from the list that was encouraging or inspiring. I had some good teachers. I had some teachers I liked. But, there weren’t any that made something inside me click and say, “that’s what I want to do,” or, “that’s what I should be doing,” or, “life makes perfect sense now,” or anything else along those lines.
Maybe I was just a terrible student? I was definitely not very concerned or interested with what was going in the classrooms. Most of the time I was chapters ahead, reading on my own, solving that night’s homework, studying for the test in the next class, etc…
Perhaps that is my loss. Perhaps if I had paid attention than I would have seen that some of my teachers were more than they appeared and I could have drawn inspiration from them. I’m not big on what-if games though.
Perhaps I’m taking the prompt too literally… It asked for “school age teacher,” not “school teacher.” So, I could include scout leaders, and soccer coaches, and music teachers, and family members, and every other teacher from my life, right?
Which doesn’t really help. I guess I just remember myself as a petulant Mr. Know-It-All. I thought I was where it was at. Or something like that. Of course, I was wrong, but it took me a long time to realize that.
So, default answer, then has to be my family. They supported and encourage me and offered me the opportunities to learn on my own terms. They fought for me when I had disagreements with teachers. They gave me the freedom to express my creativity. They supported my athletic pursuits long after it should have been clear that I was never going to be very good at the sport I loved.
They showed me how to be a contributing member of society, how to be a good parent, how to be a good sibling, how to continue to learn and grow outside of the confines of school, how to have fun, how to be serious, how to live in this world.
And for that, I can never thank them enough.
Here are the links to the other bloggers who showed up this weekend. You should check them out and see what their prompts were:
The Queen: http://mytwistedyarn.wordpress.com/