I want to share a story with you today that really got me thinking. Although this story hasn't come from a teenager as such... I was actually told it by my history teacher. Me, my history teacher and my geography teacher were having a long chat this week and my history teacher ended up confessing something that she probably wishes she hadn't told a student - not matter how much she thinks she can trust said student! I'm not technically cheating though. My history teacher is a fairly young women. I'm counting her as a young adult because I'm desperate to tell this story.
If by any chance you are reading this Miss... I'm sorry. The story was too good not to share with the World.
You know how you think teachers must love their job to be able to put up with the kids? Well, it may surprise you to hear that most of the teachers I know are not all that in love with their subject or their career. However, my history teacher is different. She genuinely loves her job and has a passion for history. Perhaps she loves it a bit too much...
While we were talking this week, my geography teacher started joking with my history teacher. They are really good friends and they have attempted to teach each other their subjects - one being more successful then the other. But my geography teacher started saying that my history teacher loves everything about history. I thought she just meant she tolerated each part of it. How wrong was I.
It turns out that a while ago, my history teacher got bored of reading about World Wars and the industrial revolution. For a change of scenery, she attended a talk about the in-depth history of a pancake and a crepe, which explained the difference between them in great detail.
I promise you that this happened. I couldn't make something like this up.
In her defence, she thought it was going to be an interactive talk which included baking both pancakes and crepes and then she would learn the history of them both. But after me and my geography teacher giggled a bit (okay, maybe a lot) at this story, I started thinking about it more seriously. How much dedication must she have to sit through a talk on the life story of various flat desserts? How much passion must she have for history and how much thirst for knowledge must be going on inside her head?
These, of course, were not questions I could ask her without the whole situation getting a bit weird. It would even be weirder than the previous story. But I realised in that moment how much I admired her. I didn't know she had a passion for what she did. I had inklings, like when she would show us a video in class and when she thought no one was looking she would have a really loving look on her face. Like, you just knew history captured her heart.
This is the moral I want everyone to take from this story - do what you love, because this way you will be happier within yourself.
I don't know whether my history teacher is truly happy or not. I have spoken to her a lot over the past month, and from what I can deduct she is certainly loving the experience that history gives her on a daily basis.
I'm going to give my history teacher a book as an end-of-year present, although Amazon hasn't shipped it yet. I wasn't sure that she would appreciate a history book until now, but now that I know what she loves it made shopping for her so much easier.
Reading and writing is my passion. Even though I sometimes think I'm silly for trying to get into that business and always being scared that I'll never make it as an author, my history teacher has taught me (on top of the two years of the gcse course) that I should do what I love and not care about what anyone else thinks. However silly I may look for going to a talk on something like the difference between a biro and a fountain pen, for example, I shouldn't care unless I'm not having fun doing it.
The Book Critic x
PS: I haven't been to a talk on the difference between a biro and a fountain pen. That was just an example.
My history teacher would probably kill me if she knew I told you all this story, but I couldn't keep you from hearing it. It's too good!