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Everything I enjoyed learning as a student happened mysteriously enough outside the classroom.
While, lazily pushing the returned books wooden cart in the library where I worked as a full-time student assistant. I recall it because it would take me forever to empty it. The problem was that I used to peak at every single book before putting it back on the shelf for the next hurried student to borrow. Sometimes I even sat on the floor hiding behind it, as it was old, with rusty and noise-making little wheels, made of slowly rottening wood, to hurriedly read a few pages of a book that dazzled me from its title, font or softly felt cover. It almost felt illegal. It took me forever and my supervisors would always come looking for me as the library needed to close for the night.
Exhausted from a full day of college courses and extra curricular activities, I would still keep a drop of energy to find a comfy bus seat I could sink in, hug my huge dirty backpack in my lap and open another book that would keep me company all the way home. The genre did not matter. It could be a horror story or a captivating romantic novel, or an American literary Journal that would provide me with unfiltered Info on all current affairs.
Or sitting on the freshly cut campus lawn munching on a quickly homemade sandwhich, couldn't always afford a filling lunch from the college cafeteria, observing. Observing people, students and teachers coming back and forth, wondering what was in store for me. Remaining an evergrowing student or becoming a teacher constantly passing on knowledge? Perhaps something entirely different that I could not yet fathom.
I also seemed to enjoy learning when we were all learning together. With my classmates. At the college's gym, talking over some theory misconception in Art History class while running Ks in the treadmill, while dripping sweat during dance workshops or counting laps at the pool. Or at the college's cafeteria where we would all hang out like sardines and pour ourselves, hearts and our ideas into every group project we had been assigned. Even in individual projects the night before the deadline expired, we would still help each other out.
Comradeship, patience, passion, personal growth, punctuality and creativity were all merely some of the valuable traits I picked up outside the classroom while being a college student and a teacher in the making. Because I showed up, did the work, run the miles, turning off the laptop after the cafeteria's closing time, took that bus home back and forth a gazillion times even when feeling that I ended up doing the same things over and over again. But it was exactly those mundane and repetitive things that kept me going, made me resilient and creative even now...as a teacher, as the almost allergic to Ebooks, teacher that still carries a battered, yellowed paperback in her grownup backpack.
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