Experience

Experience is a fantastic teacher, but it does not come cheap. It is what makes us realise we are mistaken for the second, third, fourth time. And time is another expensive thing. Time together with experience then become even more expensive; we take the exam first oblivious of the lesson which comes in its aftermath. Sometimes I would love to be inexperienced, I would probably make less mistakes, because my experience probably does not serve me the lesson very much. Because I tend to look the other way, because I don't believe in cold heartless teaching. That is another thing which experience is all about, it is one of the most brutal of teachers... the trouble is that you should learn from it. But I am against cold heartless teaching, and I believe that a teacher should not just explain, not just demonstrate, not just give homework, but be able to inspire learners. I may be wrong. But that is my opinion to which I am entitled. It is through imparting knowledge and instilling the joy for learning. Because teaching should be perceived as a valuable exciting gift and not a hard day of labour. And I cannot for the life of me think why I am saying all this. I just am; no reason. I know that sometimes I talk about little people as if they were angels. They're not, in the same way that we adults are not. All of us can be spiteful and cruel, sadly even little people. But I'd much rather have to deal with a spiteful little person than a big one. Not because they are any different. But an adult will be set in his ways, and unless he wants to, will not change. A little person, on the other hand, can be moulded in some way or another, and yes I know, it's hard work. But people never change. Not even the little people. Mankind can only be directed towards developing themselves into a better human beings; into righteous men and women. And if that happens, when it happens, then I could die a happy woman... with experience.