Three
months ago I finished school for good. I’d
had years of it in various places, and then everything was over – very suddenly.
It
is really sinking in now because
everyone else is starting again. For so
long it felt to me as though life would always be the same pattern of either
being in school or waiting to be there again. The anticipation was pleasant, the reality
less so, but it was constant, and consistency is a calming influence.
I’ll
develop my own consistency, and it will be hard, but it will be worth it. And now, just as there is beginning to be more distance between me and school than
there has ever been before, I feel ready to articulate what I spent seventeen
years learning.
I
have learned how little I know.
For
all the facts I ever memorized for a test, there are scads of facts that I will
never remember, that I will never even realize that I am missing. For every detail I absorbed there are
multitudes that never made it to me, and many that I will never learn. Each bit of knowledge about music and
mythology and grammar and anthropology and literature and chemistry and
geometry – every new thing I have found out – each stands for millions of libraries worth of knowledge that I do
not have.
Earlier
this year I wrote in my notebook: “Are you ever overwhelmed by how many
interesting things there are to find out?
How will you every get to all the good stuff?” I could feel the weight of centuries of
learning that preceded me, and it was crushing.
There was so much I didn’t know and wished I did.
There
is a common misconception: that the reason for school is to fill your mind with
information. To know things. And while it may seem intuitively correct, I
don’t believe it anymore. I spent
seventeen years giving proof of what I did
know so that I could emerge on the other side with the conviction that it was
all merely a drop in a vast bucket.
Here
is the test, the only one that matters.
It is formless and as large as it is brief. It is a single question.
How
much do you know?
And
finally I can answer.
Not
very much.
Yes. And curiosity is, in my mind, one of the most important traits an education can foster.
ReplyDelete