oh captain, my captain...
i want to suck the marrow out of life...
last night i watched dead poet's society. i actually watched it again this afternoon but that is because melina fell asleep during the movie last night and wanted to finish it today. but before i watched the movie last night, ashley called me and when she found out that i was going to watch that movie, she was ecstatic.
"leah, this is going to confirm you wanting to be a teacher by 10,000 times."
and it did.
Robin Williams played John Keating in the movie, and this teacher was the equivalent to patch adams as a doctor. he blew my mind. the way he carried out his thoughts and how he shared them with his students was the epitome of non-conformity. he taught his students how to think for themselves...how to form their own thought...the true meaning of education. because if you think about it...i did not go to high school so i could remember what Phineas' pink shirt meant in John Knowles' A Separate Peace, or to remember how to take a derivative, but rather i was taught these things so that in the process of understanding i learned how to think. how to process information. my mind was stretched and pushed inorder to condition it for thought.
and i want to do that for others. the mind was blessed with an awesome power to put together information into thoughts...and to be able, as a teacher, to aid in the exercise of this muscle so that the students may be able to think for themsleves is such an honor.
but there is always that thought in my mind and it went through my head while i was watching the movie...what if i am not as good as robin williams? (haha). will i be able to stimulate the minds of these students, excite them to learn, earn their respect?
why am i so scared of imperfection?
last night i watched dead poet's society. i actually watched it again this afternoon but that is because melina fell asleep during the movie last night and wanted to finish it today. but before i watched the movie last night, ashley called me and when she found out that i was going to watch that movie, she was ecstatic.
"leah, this is going to confirm you wanting to be a teacher by 10,000 times."
and it did.
Robin Williams played John Keating in the movie, and this teacher was the equivalent to patch adams as a doctor. he blew my mind. the way he carried out his thoughts and how he shared them with his students was the epitome of non-conformity. he taught his students how to think for themselves...how to form their own thought...the true meaning of education. because if you think about it...i did not go to high school so i could remember what Phineas' pink shirt meant in John Knowles' A Separate Peace, or to remember how to take a derivative, but rather i was taught these things so that in the process of understanding i learned how to think. how to process information. my mind was stretched and pushed inorder to condition it for thought.
and i want to do that for others. the mind was blessed with an awesome power to put together information into thoughts...and to be able, as a teacher, to aid in the exercise of this muscle so that the students may be able to think for themsleves is such an honor.
but there is always that thought in my mind and it went through my head while i was watching the movie...what if i am not as good as robin williams? (haha). will i be able to stimulate the minds of these students, excite them to learn, earn their respect?
why am i so scared of imperfection?