I love that it is my last class of the week. There is something about it that leaves me happy and makes me think creatively, I don’t get that with any other subject, everything else leaves me overwhelmed, but history makes me understand everything. I can’t really explain it. Today it even solved a problem I was having in another subject, history made everything clear and it’s interesting. I wouldn’t want to experience a lot of it, but to find out about it is intriguing.
As far as my knowledge of history is concerned, it’s like a puzzle with pieces missing. I know about some things in detail, I know about a lot of things generally and how they relate to other things but not in great detail and then there are still some things I need to learn everything about. Each little bit of new knowledge I get, adds another piece to the history puzzle in my head, when the puzzle is complete, every bit of history for the whole world will be on it and when you put all the pieces together it will be a picture of today’s world, as all history combined shows us how we got to today, that is one of the reasons history is so fascinating. Now I know I will never complete that puzzle, no one can, but still, I do love puzzles, and just getting a few more pieces helps make the picture clearer.
Today I couldn’t understand what we were doing in class, everyone else seemed to get it but I didn’t. The fact that I didn’t hear the instructions could not have helped, but still everyone with me got to work straight away and I didn’t. It made my head hurt. It took me most of the lesson to figure out that I couldn’t follow it or everyone else because I needed to look at it in a different form, so I rewrote it the way I would understand it and when I showed that to my group they all copied it down and said that they were having trouble getting it all the other way too. That made me feel better. I did know what the topic was covering though, I hadn’t actually studied it before, but had acquired a lot of knowledge on it over the years and I had done the readings. Even with the confusion for most of the lesson, I still walked away feeling happy. History makes me happy. Learning makes me happy too.
I don’t remember if history made me feel like that in school or whether it is just a modern occurrence. There is just something about history that fascinates me, I can never know enough, and unfortunately I know I will never remember everything about it that I learn, but I still love to learn it and to teach it. To fill in the pieces of my puzzle and help other start their own.
