School. That word can evoke nostalgia, scorn, or a mix of both from those who've left it. None of you need the cliches; you've all been there and I'm sure you've all seen school depicted in pop culture.
But never mind, for now, the subjects we're taught at school. I want to focus here on the people who teach them to us. One of my former teachers sadly died last week (RIP), so I'm feeling reflective and hence, maybe, why I've chosen that as this entry's topic.
I'm sure we all had teacher, at any level of our education, who we hated; I know I've had some who I hate to this day. But regardless of that, there is no profession more noble or selfless than teaching. Teachers give at least eight hours or their time, for most of each year, to train children, teenagers and even young adults sometimes about important subjects, as well as to impart wisdom from their increased life experience onto the next generation. In most cases, they do this - alongside administering strictness when necessary - because they want all of their charges to shine.
I also think, most of the time, teachers deserve sympathy for how often they must also be disciplinarians. With how surly and disobedient youngsters can be, it's no wonder so many teachers become disillusioned. (University or college lecturers, however, never have to do this, in my experience, because all tertiary students actually want to be there.)
If I drag this out I think it will become romanticised. So, in conclusion, don't let a few bad eggs spoil the carton. Let's give it up for teachers and their profession. After all, education doesn't end with a graduation.
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