Algebra, Art, Biology, Chemistry, English Literature, Geography, History, Science and all the rest, they were subjects well taught by intelligent people who stood in front of a classroom and commanded the utmost attention.
Bright eyed and innocent, I was young and only just discovering the world around me. x+y = z? That made no sense, neither did nouns, verbs or adjectives.
My teachers forced me to read, write and answer questions. They were relentless and I hated them for it. “Why do we have to do all this work”, I would ask. I don’t remember getting an answer.
Then came storytime! It opened up a whole new world of creativity and make belief. Jack & the Bean Stalk, Pinocchio, Romeo & Juliet, Harvest of Thorns and so many more. Stories took me out of the classroom and allowed me to travel across oceans and visit places like London, Paris, Spain and New York City.
I saw the Lions of Trafalgar Square and the Pyramids in Egypt, I climbed the mountains of Kilimanjaro and Everest, I trekked the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu and marvelled at the smoking thunder of the Victoria Falls.
Suddenly I understood…numbers could tell stories too, if you add, subtract, divide and multiply. In art, the use of pencils or paintbrushes to mesh colourful oil-paint on a blank sheet of paper can create a beautiful collage. Studying the land and its inhabitants, activity of populations and distribution of resources tells the story of geography.
This is what I learnt from my teachers, life and its activity is a series of stories, they have beginnings, middles and endings. They can be original and made interesting. School days became my best days. It’s what influenced my decision to do what I do today, I get to tell stories almost everyday.