I remember once sitting in classroom during an English essay exam, and none of the subjects offered to write about inspired me, except for one, which I thought had potential to it.
“Write about a harrowing or stressful situation you were in.”
So I thought and thought but nothing came immediately to mind.
Then eureka !!
I know, I’ll write about having to write an English essay under exam conditions!
So that’s what I did.
I looked around at my fellow classmates.
Studied their concentrating faces, the way they held the pen, the pauses to think, the frowns they gave back to me when they saw me, not with my head down, but looking around the classroom.
The teacher at the head of the class lifted his head at times to check that nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
So what is the point of me telling you this?
When I was about 8 or 9 years old my Parents complained to my teacher Mrs Roberts, that my reading and spelling were not good at all.
They told her he’s simply not interested in Peter and Jane or was it Dick and Jane and their playful cat.
Ladybird books totally bore him.
So Mrs Roberts wrote a story about Steven (SJ) and his brothers.
My reading improved and my spelling vastly improved.
One teacher in your life can make a huge positive difference to it.
Just as a bad teacher can cause problems which can have repercussions for years.
If it hadn’t been for Mrs Roberts I would not have learnt the tools to activate my imagination in such a way, that it would enable me to think outside the box and look for inspiration from nothing.
The same tools can be used to teach people to deal with lockdowns and separation from our loved ones.
There is nothing as powerful as the human imagination. N O T H I N G!!
We just need to learn the tools or find a “Mrs Roberts” to fully activate it.
I got A minus for that essay.
I suppose the minus was to leave room for improvement!