Well, one more mini-post for this week:
Thinking about what learning is, I recalled my first undergraduate class, which was an introductory course with 200+ students. I was late for 2-3 minutes and when entered the class, saw the first may be 2-3 rows were full of students with notepads on their laps. “Oh my goodness,” I thought, “what a huge class!”. Then, I moved to the back rows, found a seat at the very back and sat. The dark blue powerpoints were flowing on the screen, the instructor had put some little, shiny, yellow stars on some bullet points, and said on a terribly echoing microphone “Annnddd, these will be on the test”.. Thinking of dark blue background was not a wise choice (since I was not able to read the text from the very back) and recalling the scenes from Another Brick in the Wall (yes, I was young at that times), I caved in, checked the textbook and saw that the starred bullet points were the bold-ed ones.Then I left the class, did not attend to any and got a good grade in the end and now remember nothing from that textbook -besides how expensive it was.
Now I am realizing I was so very lucky to be in the classes of inspiring and encouraging teachers prior and after the class I mentioned above. So that, my passion for learning never deceased. In this regard, I can resonate with the students who drops out from the school. That would be very easy actually. For instance, that class could be my very first experience in the “education system”, and I heard many stories similar to that one. Even in last class, somebody mentioned how things are going on in kindergartens. The second class I attended could be the same. And I am not sure I would be motivated to keep going..
I feel like my definition of learning will improve as the semester continues. Yet, at this point, my 6-word sentence is as following: learning is wanting to be involved. and all the connotations of this sentence.
sep 6, 2015