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Teaching and Learning

on Mon, 12/02/2002 - 00:00

As an addendum to the past few posts, a moment of strange synchronicity, I discovered that my high school wrestling coach works at the St. Julian winery branch in Parma, Michigan, just down the road from where I grew up.

I just returned from my last (for the moment) session teaching Tai Chi in Holland. Master Lee is due back in town tomorrow from his vacation in Vietnam, so I assume he will be resuming his teaching role. I enjoyed teaching out there. For the past four weeks I have had my own class; I have discovered what it is to be A Teacher. I am an assistant instructor in the classes here in Grand Rapids, but being assistant means there is someone above me who is watching as I teach. Out in Holland this past month I have been on my own. Any mistakes I have made will be painfully obvious in a week.

And it was great!

There is something to be said for taking a group of students and guiding them toward a particular ability, a particular understanding. A local college professor told me, when we were discussing the pros and cons of university professorship, that teaching can be addicting. It took a break in my instructor schedule, a group of new faces for the first time in five years, for me to understand what she meant. Teaching is as much an art as is sculpture or music or poetry. We take this great bundle of notions and instincts and reflexes, and tune it to a particular understanding. Then we step away and see if our instruction was sufficient to lead the student down the same path we explored those many years ago. If there are mis-steps or rough edges, we smooth them, redirect them, refine the recipients until they are ready to take on students of their own. No two students are alike. That is where the art comes in.

Fugaces Labuntur Anni

on Mon, 11/25/2002 - 19:00

When I said a couple of days ago that I had to suffer through three hours of tai chi, that was pure hyperbole. Tai chi is usually the only thing which keeps me sane through the long hours of sleep and work.

Three chapters into Living Philosophy , and I am fairly impressed. The subject combined with the personal - sometimes approaching stream-of-consciousness - writing style sometimes reminds me of Finite and Infinite Games , but then Dr Rowe will focus in on a particular aspect of personal philosophy and make some quite interesting observations.

For instance, this is the first passage I underlined, from chapter 1: "The activity of philosophy liberates us...from assumptions and values, at least some of which we disagree with once we become conscious of them".

To constantly ask ones self "why" can be exhausting. Each "why" leads to a because, which leads to another "why", and so on, ad infinitum . Why am I angry? Because I am tired. Why Am I tired? Because I didn't get enough sleep. Why? I stayed up late playing a PC game. Why? I was bored. Why? Distractions are easier than thinking. Why? And so forth.

I have not read a philosophy book in six or seven years. I changed my focus when I started writing, and critical thought made way for science fiction and poetry, the music of the language and the extremes of human imagination. Sharply focused deductive reasoning seemed less interesting and in some cases directly counter to my work. Now that I again have reason to read philosophy I find that I still enjoy it as much as I did in college, ten years ago.