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Calda's avatar

I find myself reflected in this article. I am 26 years old, born in Spain, in what we can call a "middle class" family. I've went to school and highschool until 18, and from there to my 23 years I never read a single book.

Fortunately, I recognized at that moment (my 23) that I was becoming, literally, stupid. I was unable to remember what I learned on the school, and I was not satisfied with a life of consume and evasion. At that moment, I decided (ignoring, of course, determinism and flattering my vanity) to start an autodidact study, and I can say that, basically, I started from zero with a huge difficulty in attention and a tremendous lack of understanding. It took for me almost a year to understand how to learn and which was the purpose of learning; and with these I mean: think and reflect, more than simply read information for trying to own knowledge as a mean, but mainly as an end. I think also that without philosophy (Platon and Aristotle, logic and epistemology, humanism and ethics) I've never could do this.

That was the best decision of my life, and every day, I spent hours in lecture, thinking and writting; but always, for my own profit and pleasure. I will never put a foot on colleges or universities.

Knowledge, besides sociologicall aspects that determine it, contributes to a better quality of life. It seems to me that make emphasis on these is the only way for arrive to people like I used to be. Besides all the sociologicall aspects that are in the article, I think that has been a lost of the value of education as an end in the generations that preceded me. In other words, we can say that socially, the knowledge has lost his value as a reinforcer; and without that reinforcer effect, is very hard that people spent effort (because as worst is your state of knowledge in a moment, hardest and more aversive is to turn it around) in adquire it.

PD: Sorry for my english, I've never write since highschool.

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Sam Redlark's avatar

I was based in Sana'a, the capital of Yemen, at the end of 98. One evening I was sitting in a cafe. A man who I had not met before took a seat opposite me and we conversed in English. After a while, he took out a work book and asked me if I would help him with his English, which I agreed to do. It quickly became apparent that we were communicating at cross purposes. He possessed a far more developed understanding of the building blocks of my native tongue. I found myself in the ridiculous position of being an English speaker from a very young age, with absolutely no formal understanding of the various tenses and clauses, or sentence construction. Nobody made an attempt to teach me anything like this at school. I think this was to my detriment when it came to learning other languages.

When I was percolating through the education system - a decent primary, followed by an extremely violent comprehensive school - the old guard of teachers were ageing out and being replaced by a more liberalised strain. Many of the outgoing teachers were frightening, often damaged individuals, but I learned a lot from them, things that I still remember. With the newer teachers it sometimes seemed like we were being taught bullet points - this fact when presented in the proper context will earn you one mark in an essay written on the subject in your final exam. It was a joyless way to learn; one that pandered to a system of metrics while devaluing education as something of worth that would enrich your life.

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