Experimental Education

All at once his hands, legs, and mind start to work simultaneously and he is frozen in place
Conflicted, scared, motivated. He wants to take on the world.

He wishes for a day to teach without using a text book, pushing beyond the classroom to a world that for many is the great unknown.

He travels in search of understanding, to understand a calling.

Worldly.

He takes a break, but he remains with what is familiar. He teaches.

The children that he meets have feelings, stories, and complex lives.

To them he is gold, and they gleam when they see him.

He wants to be revolutionary not statuesque

“What is my role? Why must I know?” His mind runs

Presenting now, he hopes to show his students a concept that he still does not fully understand.

But his students only see simple solutions to complex problems.

Most will see the word ‘poverty’ and think the only solution is ‘money’

Living in a state of being where Champagne replaces the water

Goose liver is an appetizer

And where we say fish, they ask from which region?

That’s not their fault; the clouds are just too close to their ears

It is pure, raw, and unadulterated isolation.

His gilded cover cracks and he picks up his pencil

His curriculum, his action plan, and his blueprint all churn in his cranium.

Unfrozen.