Handing Stuff In
to academic institutions makes me think, a lot.
Specifically, yesterday, it made me feel sick to think that whatever, and however, I regurgitate the received wisdom and body of knowledge from a prescribed list I am essentially being taught to think backwards and not forwards.
Because if you think forwards too much, no-one can mark it against the already determined learning outcomes…
Then I thought to charge people 9 grand a year for what’s already out there is a bit of a damn liberty and hardly a democratic education. And then I went home and told my kids to try and remember that their best learning is out in the world in the people they meet, and in the things they read, and the experiences they have and please not to think the only, or best, place for an education is in some ivory tower where you pay through the nose for the approved reading list.
And they said, Mum, you are random. And I suppose that is true. But I have learned for free that no-one ever looks their best in hammock.