Yes, that’s right, I was made to appreciate what I was seeing/hearing/experiencing.
And how was I ‘made’ to do that?
Because my parents and teachers made it interesting for me.
It wasn’t a case of being dragged around a museum and told to “look at things”, my parents and teachers told me what I was seeing in a way I could relate to. The history of the work. The reason it should be seen and celebrated. Why I was lucky to experience it.
In other words, they found ways to make me care.
Now I don’t know what it’s like today at public schools – I guess I’ll find out in a few years – but what is seemingly apparent is that the whole purpose of education has got lost along the way.
Not just with students … but with teachers, parents and governments.
In the past, the role of…
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