It’s the last night. We’re all sitting in the most uncomfortable chair, our heads hurt, our fingers have memorized the fastest way to type Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and after tomorrow our we are allowed to be done. Since day one, we’ve had the great cosmic pressure of knowing the entire world can look at the fools we make ourselves and the geniuses we make ourselves. We were given fresh slates to decorate with our personal discoveries and inquiries and now that we’ve done that, where do we go?
It may be so small and unnoticed, but we’ve been teaching ourselves this entire time. We’ve played teacher! We’ve been the ones telling ourselves to stop sleeping in class and seizing our phones because we looked at it for the time once… We’ve become the species of human which dumb T.V. shows like Saved by the Bell promote us to loathe! We are supposed to crawl into air vents and lift off their toupees with a piece of gum attached to a string, not read books in our spare time and then share our ideas with the world!
We are the students… we’re not supposed to learn…
Oh! But wait! We have learned, oh so much. We’ve learned a great deal more than the plot of Carroll’s greatest story of all time; we’ve learned more about ourselves.
From this story, we’ve learned things about life, society, imagination and the devotion one can have to their childhood. From this experience, we’ve learned how to teach ourselves. At first glance, this ability may appear useless, but in time is can help us understand so much more about the way things work.
Think of it like this: a teacher gives you a formula, you memorize the formula and use it. A teacher gives you a book about making formulas, and you learn the formula yourself, then use it. This method of teaching is much more effective, as it will prove to be in the years to come.
If you were the Internet, you would be so busy with all the other stuff buzzing around inside of you to even notice one tiny class’s attempt to explore literature and technology. However, if you were a 11th grader in Oregon who needed desperate help making connections between Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to Harold and the Purple Crayon, our project might be the Holy Internet’s miracle.
I’m almost sad to say goodbye to sleep deprivation, speed reading and unnaturally deep finger cuts only given by those thick pages, but then I look at my colossal stack of AEPs (Alice Experience Points) and remember that now I am equipped with references up the wazoo.