To focus on technique is like cramming your way through school. You sometimes get by, perhaps even get good grades, but if you don't pay the price day in and day out, you'll never achieve true mastery of the subjects you study or develop an educated mind.
When I was in school, I cheated on my metaphysics exam: I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes An whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
The sounding jargon of the schools.
Some fishes become extinct, but Herrings go on forever. Herrings spawn at all times and places and nothing will induce them to change their ways. They have no fish control. Herrings congregate in schools, where they learn nothing at all. They move in vast numbers in May and October. Herrings subsist upon Copepods and Copepods subsist upon Diatoms and Diatoms just float around and reproduce. Young Herrings or Sperling or Whitebait are rather cute. They have serrated abdomens. The skull of the Common or Coney Island Herring is triangular, but he would be just the same anyway. (The nervous system of the Herring is fairly simple. When the Herring runs into something the stimulus is flashed to the forebrain, with or without results.)
If you had to have a diploma or a GED to collect unemployment, you'd see a lot more kids staying in school.
In elementary school, in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file line from smallest to tallest. What is the logic? Do tall people burn slower?
Life is a school of probability.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
John W. Gardner, the president of the Carnegie Corporation, in an address said this: "The most important moral of all is that excellence is where you find it. I would extend this generalization to cover not just higher education but all education from vocational high school to graduate school. We must learn to honor excellence, indeed to demand it in every socially accepted human activity, however humble that activity, and to scorn shoddiness, however exalted the activity. An excellent plumber is infinitely more admirable than an incompetent philosopher. The society which scorns excellence in plumbing because plumbing is a humble activity and tolerates shoddiness in philosophy because philosophy is an exalted activity will have neither good plumbing nor good philosophy. Neither its pipes nor its theories will hold water."
Asked why they like rock music, one high school student said, I like rock music because you don't have to pay attention in order to get it.
As Easter time approaches, let me share with you the tender story of an eleven-year-old boy named Philip, a Down's syndrome child who was in a Sunday School class with eight other children. Easter Sunday the teacher brought an empty plastic egg for each child. They were instructed to go out of the church building onto the grounds and put into the egg something that would remind them of the meaning of Easter. All returned joyfully. As each egg was opened there were exclamations of delight at a butterfly, a twig, a flower, a blade of grass. Then the last egg was opened. It was Philip's, and it was empty! Some of the children made fun of Philip. "But, teacher," he said, "teacher, the tomb was empty." A newspaper article announcing Philip's death a few months later noted that at the conclusion of the funeral eight children marched forward and put a large empty egg on the small casket. On it was a banner that said, "The tomb was empty."
She taught English in high school when a great deal of emphasis was placed upon the mechanics of the grammar of the language. We remember her best, however, for her keen wisdom in facing life with its problems. She used to say: "A money-lender serves you in the present tense; lends to you in the conditional mood; keeps you in the subjunctive; and ruins you in the future."
Life wounds all of us. At best there is sorrow enough to go round. Yet because the deepest wounds are those of the soul and hidden to mortal sight, we keep hurting each other day by day, inflicting wounds that time mercifully scars over. But the scars remain, ready at a touch to throb angrily and ache again with the old gnawing wild pain. You remember that day in school when the teacher laughed? You were only a little fellow, shy and silent, sitting in the shadow of the big boys, wistfully looking toward the day when you would shine as they did. That day you were sure your chance had come. You were sure that you had just what the teacher wanted on the tip of your tongue, and you jumped up and shouted it out loudly and eagerly, triumphantly - and you were very, very wrong. There followed a flash of astonishment, an instant of dreadful silence, and then the room rang with mirth. You heard only the teacher's laughter, and it drowned your heart. Many years have gone over head since that day, but the sight of a little lad trudging along to school brings it back, and the old pain stirs and beats against the scar. You cover it over, hush it to quiet once more with a smile. "I must have been funny. She couldn't help it." But you wish she had. And there was that time when your best friend failed you. When the loose-tongued gossips started the damaging story and he was pressed for a single word in your defense, he said, "Oh, he's all right. Of course, he's all right, but I don't want to get mixed up in this thing. Can't afford it. Have to think of my own name and my own family, you understand. Good fellow, but I have to keep out of this." You felt forsaken. For weeks and weeks you carried the pain in your heart. The story was bad enough but would right itself. The idea that he should fail you, that he had not, rushed to your side at the first hint of trouble was bad enough, was unbearable. He came back again after it was all over, but the sight of him renewed the ache in your breast and the throb of pain in your throat. The scar was thin, and the hurt beneath it quivered. We all bear scars. Life is a struggle, and hurts must come. But why the unnecessary ones? Why hurt the souls of little children? Why say things to them that they must remember with pain all their lives? Why say the smart, tart thing that goes straight to the heart of someone we love because we would relieve ourselves of the day's tension and throw off a grain of the soul's bitterness? Who are we to inflict wounds and suffering and scars on those about us? Staggering, blind mortals, groping our way from somewhere "here" to somewhere "there" conscious of little but the effort to stay "here" a little longer! It behooves us to travel softly, regardful of one another's happiness, particularly where our path crosses that of those dependent upon us for comfort or enters into the heart of little children.
Undoubtedly you have all swallowed the Mary Poppins Myth as peddled in the film, Mary Poppins, but We wish to give YOU the truth. You will all have heard of Adolf Hitler. You may also know that one of the reasons that he came to power was because the German people thought he would protect them from Communism. But there was another, more sinister reason. Yes, the German feared one person more than any other. That one person was: MARY POPPINS. Yes, you may laugh and wonder why this never appeared in your school textbooks, but that is because your Government wants to protect you from the true terror of her brief, but bloody regime. Mary Poppins (MP) swept to power in the 1929 German general election. This was due mostly to her brilliant propaganda. Slogans such as "Freedom, Bread, Land, Feed The Birds" appealed to the desperate population. Once in power, she was brutal. She was the real "Bloody Mary". Together with her elite army of "chimney sweeps" (This was the name given to them prior to her victory to avoid detection), she terrorized millions, poisoning millions with what she called her "medicine". MP was not the only German dictator to harbor dreams of world domination. Her plan to infiltrate London with spies failed due to their appalling fake cockney accents. The true depths of her wickedness still remain hidden, even to us; but we will give you fresh facts as soon as they come to light.
The best school of discipline is home. Family life is God's own method of training the young.
Education is very important. School, however, is another matter.
It demoralizes any community to give them gold and silver to their hearts content. But give them iron and coal, good hard work, plenty to eat, good schools, and good doctrines and it will make them a healthy, wealthy, and happy people
Children used to be let out of school so they could work - now they are sent there so their mothers can.
By the time a child starts school the extent and duration of his education has already largely been decided - for the "imprint" of his cultural setting is fixed in the first five years.
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.
We are willing to spend any reasonable amount of money on education in our organization, because we have a group of men and women in our business who are constantly seeking knowledge, knowing that is the way to make themselves more valuable to the company and, automatically, more valuable to themselves. We are working out a plan that is going to take in everybody in the organization. We are going to have post graduate schools for our men in the field, and post graduate schools for our executives-and many of them.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
Experience is the best of school masters, only the school fees are heavy.
Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.
A man who has never gone to school may steal from a freight car; but if he has a university education, he may steal the whole railroad.
