Remember that teacher from school who inspired you to do every math problem in the book twice? Or the one who explained poems like never before? Oh, and there was also this teacher who felt so wonderful listening to us singing in the group that she couldn’t stop smiling! How many such teachers do you recall?
No, really. I want you to try and recall, how many? In 14 years of an average educational journey, we’re only able to recall those 5-6 people who really stood out. They made us feel like we were heroes doing a brilliant job at the subject.
Imagine a world where all your teachers were like that. The word “Teacher” immediately reminded you of the passion with which they convey their thoughts, the immense knowledge they possessed and the compassion with which they talked to you when you went to them with a question. You were given homework which allowed you to understand the topic in an entirely different way. It was magical. In an entire year of school, you were suddenly able to understand a lot of things with so much clarity and yet left with so many questions you wanted answers to. Exam Pressure? Well, the exams were merely friendly conversations with the teachers who were only trying to ensure that you understood the beauty of the content they were trying to convey.
Students weren’t grouped based on age. They were free to choose what they wanted to learn about. Nobody passed or failed. They just graduated when they had learnt about enough things.