Sunday, January 3rd
As the home clear-out continues we’ve uncovered various old papers, including junior school reports about a very young me. These have made interesting reading. For example, I discovered that often the subjects I liked best were not those I got my best grades in. I was puzzled by this at first, until I began to piece it together. I can recall, just, that very often the subjects I truly loved were those that I loved for themselves, not for the class ranking I might or might not achieve or the exam mark I hoped to gain. In fact I didn’t really care about that at all, and can recall only too clearly being severely dressed down in front of the whole class by an irate Mrs. Axton, who disliked my attitude to History — which I adored. Even after her attempt at public humiliation I continued love reading about History.
It’s possible that learning, or education as we like to call it, happens just because we love something and that it is essential that we don’t particularly care what others think or what the right answers are supposed to be. Not being ‘right by the book’ in many subjects is important, since there are so many ways of interpreting what we think we know. Isn’t that what Philosophy teaches us? Perhaps not caring about being right, about not toeing anyone’s line, is vital for real learning, real understanding.