On teachers and being taught

I am very fortunate to have had several very good teachers. Some were four legged, some two legged and even a few with just one leg, not that it really matters. Some taught me just one class in two minutes and with some I stayed for years. Some acknowledge me as there student, some don’t even know I exist, not that it really matters. Some were brilliant storytellers; some didn’t bother to talk to me at all. Some never claimed to be teachers, some were all too eager to say they were, some pushed me is subtle ways, some just threw me in at the deep end, not that it really matters. What really matters is, was I a good student.

I am very fortunate to have had several very good teachers.