Education

From what I hear, education is the fuel for success.

I don’t readily know, but I’ve been through it, to some degree.

Wonder if education comes along with the mom gets tired of you hanging around the house?

Well if you are going to be here, it is probably better to be able to read and write from a professional than your parents. How educated are them?

So one day I was walked to a nearby building and introduced to people who I’d never seen and they walked me into a room full of strange kids my age and I was pointed to sit at a desk. I think this is somewhat the same as they do in prison?

At that time there was one adult lady person ruling over us at a big desk calling our names and her job was to educate our blank minds. There were about two-dozen of us from different families but similar backgrounds.

She read out of books and scribbled white chalk on black slate boards and then gave us test to see if we were listening. It we didn’t pass, we didn’t move on.

Education also exposed us to science, history, mathematics, physical education and sharing bathrooms. Education was the attempt to socialize the youth.

After learning elementary skills, like reading and writing, some passed onto higher education. Some didn’t.

Manual labor didn’t have many educational requirements.

After years and different buildings and kids coming and going and every year an new teacher to break in, a cap and gown (like a church choir) was handed to the winners as they were paraded on stage before family and all the world to be given a piece of paper for their accomplishments.

We were educated.

Not so fast.

We could move into some retail or manufacturing, but there was much more.

To sell insurance or real estate or automobiles was fine, but to be a doctor, lawyer or Indian Chief, require higher education.

Away from the community schooling and into industrial university, a price was paid. Still, at the time, it kept one out of the swamp.

Philosophy, psychology, sociality, mentality and many more ‘ality’ were open for discussion. This was new, for your opinion was listened to.

These years would be cherished, not so much from the books or the lectures but of the age when exploration is possible and experimentation is accepted.

Once you finally escape the hollowed halls to find a vocation that will pay for your iPhone, a mentor will have to retrain you for everything you were taught was wrong.

Years go by and more teachings are made, but no diploma.