I started
reading Tuesdays with Morrie this week, a book that I missed the chance of
reading some couple of years ago. The book opened with a general description of
the meetings between the narrator, Mitch, and his college professor back in the
days, Morrie. No grades were given and no books were needed for these final
classes at the final hours of the old professor dying from ALS. This struck me
particularly because this started me to question the essence of class. Why do
we go to class? Are we really learning what we want to learn? Are we learning
what we need to learn? Are the things we do truly necessary for us to have our
dreams in grasp? I thought I needed to seize every opportunity to exert myself,
and I thought it would take me one step closer to my goal. After much turmoil
and struggles, triumphs and falls, when I look back on all the things I strived
for, I could hardly put them together to find an image of what I was searching
for. What have I been searching for? The question has been dangling in the
depth of my thoughts, and I hope by reading this book, I will find an answer.
I don't think you would have the same opportunity if you didn't go through the college stage, getting to know the professor who was willing to have this close lessons with you. The key is: you need to be special enough for someone to really remember you, e.g. your effort, your performance, not necessarily outstanding, but at least some sincerity or uniqueness that's worth remembering. And all colleges around the world will evaluate you with some kind of grades and scores, at least for now. Sorry! Classes can be and should be improved, but it can't be done on only one side, the teacher's side. I hope you can really clarify your thoughts after reading this book. The good thing is you are reflecting upon the book you are reading.
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