MissTick
Thingish Things

It is strange how Education works, isn’t? For example, my son was never the best pupil in a college. But he did work hard to get good marks, so that he can get into university of his choice. Yet his marks were always on the edge of “not quite yet”, leaving him and us completely disappointed…truly – what’s the point of trying your best, spending time and efforts, if in the end the results would be – “just enough” to stay on float?...and the worse thing was – you can never guess what exactly that you’ve missed, where precisely is your problem? You’ve been marked down, but never explained, you’ve been hinted, but never openly told. Almost as if saying: “you are good, but not perfect and will never be, no matter how you’ll try”…In the end he’s got marks good enough to get into the place anyway. Partly because he chose wisely, not chasing the elites…and over his first university year…surprisingly even to himself he’s done really very well there…[I just wonder, what exactly they meant at his college, when “gently advised” – it’ll be very difficult for you to make it through the uni]. I’m so proud of him – my “little boy” done very well, but the most what pleases me – he never stopped to believe that he can do it…
Something he inherited not off me, that’s for sure...I tend to loose faith in self way too often then I'd wish to...

Anyway, the point was – to make a note about the ways how education works sometimes…when you know how hard you’ve tried, you know how strong you strived for knowledge, you know that you’ve done your very best to be at least a little bit taller then you’re destined to be…then a teacher, that gave you the most valuable lesson, has suddenly lost faith in you. Isn’t it not discouraging, when the only one, whose approval you’d seek, whose evaluation has value for you, just say to you: “you’re not good enough, stop trying”?...

We have different ways of dealing with wounds…some would put on a sign on a door and accept donations. The others would run hiding in a cave so that no one will see they weak state. Wasn’t it all so much easier in the Stone Age, when all that matters was – food and sex? The moment humanity made emotions legal was the moment we started to slide into complication…more and more of that…

We can say things in simple sentences; we can also say something that has no sense at first look…when I learn another language, I used to compose the simple phrases. Three – four words, no more, otherwise I would loose the sense of what I’m saying myself. When a child learns to speak even in his native language, it is the same process…as a child we are no different to the foreigners. And it’ll be time until we develop a language that others might understand…they say: language unites I’d say – it can divide equally. Sometimes I feel so helpless struggling to find words that can be understood in a meaning I intended them…

On a brighter note: it’s August already and this is good, as strange as it may sounds to the many of you out there. Summer is never my favourite season…