Maybe because it’s these diluted aspirations which keep us hopeful about the future. The gelatinous turbidity of our lives ensconces our hopes reminding us of the knob on the walking stick used by Richard Attenborough in Jurassic Park. The tiny mosquito embedded in the blazing glow of the lava rock, remember it?
Being a teacher is no joke. It may not be high paying or allowing us the luxuries to travel business class or getting the school more profits. But it’s where the future of our children is getting shaped. And especially in the present context, being a teacher is tough.
What the purpose of education? Is it being able to reproduce loads of unrelated or irrelevant data without a pause? Or is cramming information about every subject being offered without truly understanding its significance or relevance? Or is trying to make sense of the mechanisations of our world, our existence or even ourselves? Education for…