Reading a touching and poignant post by Jennie Fitzkee this week here, the subject of having an inspiring teacher cropped up and brought me back to my senior school.
I pretty much enjoyed school and by the time I entered the sixth form was attuned to learning. But my then history master, a new recruit to my school opened up something in how to learn that made me want to do more, go the extra mile and find out the hidden stories.
I was taught to self educate. It was a harsh lesson, with Colin deriding our spoon fed mentality. We’d grown used to a text book telling us what we needed to know. The lesson Colin drummed into us was that if a text book has any purpose – and most of the time he thought them at best misleading and at worst downright deceitful – it is as a staging post to our real learning, setting us on a trail to the source materials.
How can you know what X or Y thought if you don’t read their actual words rather than someone else’s version of them? To begin with it was hard work but, soon enough, we understood we were finding our own version of events.
That’s when we learnt about our own biases, how we bring ingrained prejudices to our reading and interpretations. He was a short, swarthy moustachioed Trotskyite but he hid his politics most of the time in order to highlight our own unknown leanings. One time we sat in on a talk given by a representative over the South African embassy – this was the 1970s and Nelson Mandela was entering his second decade of incarceration on Robbin Island. Colin showed his colours that day, but what I remember vividly was the mastery of his brief. The embassy man had details galore but for each ‘fact’ Colin had another. If, he showed us, you want to argue with a steadfast opponent, know your material and know theirs too.
I believe university would have been a huge challenge for me but for what I learned. And ever after the Joy has been in the journey even more so than any form of answer.
Realising, with the help of an inspiring teacher that learning is a life long pleasure is in itself a delight. I hope everyone has had someone like Colin Boun. If so then like me they can count themselves very lucky.
I so hope I end up inspiring others!!! 🥰
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Course you will
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Thank you. ❤
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Thanks for letting us stroll down memory lane, Geoff. Hugs.
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Pleasure Teagan!!
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Good read, affecting. I know what you mean – the person I learned most from was the one who made me realise that the more you know, the more there is to learn and know. And also how satisfying it is to keep on learning.
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Understanding the depth of one’s ignorance is very liberating
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That’s the hope. That one day we find someone who inspires us. To constantly try to expand the mind and the imagination. Sometimes this can happen remotely. I can think of one history teacher maybe. But as a kid I remember listening to Patrick Moore and Carl Sagan, thinking this is just so amazing.
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Dear old myopic Patrick M… he was such an enthusiast!
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The best teachers show us how to learn and show us that learning is fun. He sounds like a real gem.
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He was just what I needed. A gem? Hmm, unpolished perhaps,!
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They don’t need to be polished, they need to be real!
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V true.. and in his case v hairy…
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It sounds like Colin would be a dream teacher for sure. Have you been able to tell him of his influence?
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I did at a 5 year reunion after we left. He spent most of it outside, cadging fags and telling me i was a dick for doing law. I told him he’d inspired me and he held hid head in his hands and groaned…
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Hahhahahaha. I’m sure he was secretly pleased.
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It seems that most people have at least one amazing teacher in their memories. Except for me. I was a non-conformist and still am and people don’t like that.
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There is still time…
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I wish everyone had a Colin as a teacher. Can you imagine if every student didn’t take everything they read as face value? Colin wasn’t preaching his opinions (like many college teachers do), he was pushing you to find your own opinion. And that is the joy and inspiration of teaching!
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That is so true. It was us to find out… all he wanted to do was help us see how many doors there were to go through… or knowing Colin’s views, how many rabbit holes to go down..
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Yes!
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Hi Geoff,
I’m going to come back and read this properly, especially as one of the WWI bios I’m working on was a teacher. However, I just popped over to share an incredible rescue story which took place here in Australia this week and after our discussions about the Autism Spectrum, I particularly wanted to share this with you: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2020/06/12/finding-hope-on-mt-disappointment/?wref=tp
Best wishes,
Ro
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It’s a lovely tale isn’t it
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Absolutely beautiful. There’s an interview with his mother on TV tonight and I’m just waiting for it to come on. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen such empathy and compassion.
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Hello Geoff,
I’m back again. I’ve realized recently that I’ve been through a shift and instead of expecting to be told the answers and my role was simply to memorize it all, I now don’t like being told what to think, which can be a little confronting at Church. I don’t agree with everything either and that’s confronting. Well, it would be if I actually spoke up.
As you’ll recall, I’m working on these WWI bios and it’s made me aware of how we have to put our stamp over the voices of others a bit like a dog pissing on every tree it comes across and I think there’s a lot to be said for just letting these people speak themselves. The only trouble with that as a writer is that you’re not doing any writing and you become more of a cut and paste expert.
I’m not sure if any of my school teachers taught me how to think for myself. However, I remember a tutor of mine for Australian Literature telling me to push my answers further and I didn’t get what she was talking about because I was already getting distinctions. It seems she thought I could get those elusive HDs perhaps.
Blogging has been very good for me and exposed me to so many stories and ideas and people putting arguments together. I’m sure it done me the world of good.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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It took me a long time to realise my one take was just as relevant as anyone’s. Now i realise no one’s is relevant,!! We’re all ignorant
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I had an inspiring history teacher too, but a stage earlier at O Level. She was very young, I always thought it was probably her first job, which makes it even more amazing how good she was at making us think and argue our own opinions, rather like your Colin. I threw some of the advantage away, unfortunately, because I changed schools for A Level and was so far ahead to start with that I got a bit complacent and lazy. But I redeemed myself at university, and here I am still chasing history to this day!
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Yep chase those elusive threads… its just so much fun!
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I wish those lessons (sourcing, awareness of self-bias, grasp of both sides of an argument) were part of everyone’s education. I’m glad you shared these memories.
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Thanks Jennifer. Yes learning critical thinking without being critical is a worthy skill to master
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I had a similar teacher for junior year English in high school. He had us sit down with a poem and no outside sources and try to make heads or tails of it. He refused to tell us what “it meant,” trusting us to read it for ourselves. I used that same approach when I taught my college literature classes, but had to train my students not to look to me for the “secret meaning” they were sure English teachers knew about.
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I love that. I think it was Auden who used to sit in the back of lecture theatres to listen to what students found in his poems.
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I had the same experience working in an art college and hearing comments at art openings of my fellow professors. Lots of “what did he mean?”
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A perfect post. One of the things I tried to impart to my students was the joy (and need for) lofe long learning. As an academic, it came naturally, but since retirement I’ve found myself continuing to explore.
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I’ve become more obsessive about learning as I’ve got older and appreciated the depth and breadth of my ignorance. Thanks Noelle
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A good teacher is worth their weight in gold I can’t learn from a book I have to have some kind of experience. Peter Vogt Made us experience history in a way that makes me remember his lessons to this day. I am still learning but I salute the teachers
Stay well and Laugh when you can
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will do and thank you
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