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A Good Teacher, A Good Luck
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I have come to believe that a great
teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any
other great artists. It might even be the greatest of the art since
the medium is the human mind and spirit.
I shall speak only of my first teacher because in addition to the
other things, she brought discovery.
She aroused us to shouting, bookwaving discussions. She had the
noisiest class in school and she didn’t even seem to know it. We
could never stick to the subject. She breathed curiosity into us so
that we brought in facts or truths shielded in our hands like captured
fireflies.
She was fired and perhaps rightly so, for failing to teach
fundamentals. Such things must be learned. But she left a passion in
us for the pure knowable world and she inflamed me with a curiosity
which has never left. I could not do simple arithmetic but through her
I sensed that abstract mathematics was very much like music.
When she was relieved, a sadness came over us but the light did not go
out. She left her signature on us, the literature of the teacher who
writes on minds. I suppose that to a lager extent I am the unsigned
manuscript of the high school teacher. What deathless power lies in
the hands of such a person.
I can tell my son who look s forward with horror to fifteen years of
drudgery that somewhere in the dusty dark a magic may happen that will
light up the years…if he is very lucky.
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