I wrote a rant recently regarding pool and drought and education . I got a comment from a blogger friend when I said I was backing away from education , implied I’d be joining Education Anonymous , that I was trying my best to avoid the stuff . This blogger writes a well-researched mostly-military blog , Pacific Paratrooper , that presents well- written well-organized information in a historical context. The blog educates . He told me that learning should never end . He said that message came to him from his father .
So , in a particularly pusilanimous frame of mind today , I wish to offer something of a retraction . I am not all that much anti-education if by education we mean learning .
I like to read history , for example . I’m finishing a big thick Truman biography . It was well written , but I don’t read history for the sheer joy of the written language . I like to learn about , in this case , Harry Truman and some of the events during his time . I , not too long ago , read a big thick biography of FDR . I recently read a Bill Bryson book about the year 1927 . I think the title was 1927 .
Also I’m researching the murder of an Arcadia cop in 1927 . I’ve been learning as much as I can about him and about his killers and about Arcadia in 1927 , etc. I got interested in this incident when I began volunteering at the Arcadia history museum , the Gilb Museum .
I wasn’t really on the level when I said in my other post that I’m trying to avoid learning . I was trying to be facetious , I suppose . Learning is o.k. under certain circumstances .
I started out badly with the education stuff , however . My elementary school had a passageway near the entrance that opened up, too , to an open area behind the school . When my dad dropped us off in the morning in front we’d all, my brothers and sisters and I , go into school . They’d go to class , but I kept going and walked out the rear of the school and headed home . School really wasn’t my thing , I had decided , at an early age .
Unfortunately , on the occasion that comes to mind and sticks in my memory , my dad saw me . He had stopped , by chance ,for cigarettes at the Hughes Market behind the school instead of going straight to work . I saw his old blue Comet chugging along slowly in my direction . My dad didn’t comprehend anyone who didn’t like school . He and his brothers and sisters had been top students . My mother had been a top student , too , for that matter . My older sister was a top student , too , and my older brother wasn’t too bad , either . My dad was brilliant , but I’m pretty sure he mistakenly thought everyone achieves in school with a little effort . To him , that’s how life is . You just need to set your mind to it and do what needs to be done . That’s the way the world worked to Dad .
But then I came along . School wasn’t my bag , man . Well , I’ll just leave Dad’s reaction to my action, my failed school escape , at that . No need to go into details . Some memories don’t improve with age . Suffice it to say that he didn’t have a sense of humor when it came to school escapers .
And then I got into the teaching profession . An irony , eh ? I worked hard and did a decent enough job educating the youth of tomorrow . Well , they’re the youth of today , now . Well , not so much youth any more , I guess .
And I’m done with the education part of my life . Some other people hold those reins these days and they go through the ups and the downs and the ins and the outs of it all . Good for them and good luck to them ! I’ll pay attention to what I want to pay attention to nowadays , learn what I want to learn , and leave the education establishment behind .
There’s a pile of information out there in the air , and I guess I’m just tired of people trying to learn me stuff I might not want to know . Always was , now that I think of it .
To succeed in life you need two things : Ignorance and Confidence . ——– Mark Twain