I once took a night school French course. As a teacher I was amazed by weird performance of my tutor.If there was such a thing as enthusiasm she had invented it.
Like a clockwork mouse she wound herself up on chocolate and let herself run for an hour or
so.
At the time I thought she had just seen too much Blue Peter but last week I saw Mr Smith the Science teacher on TV and sat through a manic presentation by a Scout Master at Church Parade.To be astonished by energetic enthusiasm for the totally mundane only serves to show how old I have become.
My wife and I went out for a meal one evening last week and on the next table the baby kept dropping its toys on the floor. Nothing odd there,except one resembled a TV remote and I was dumbstruck (gobsmacked) when said infant's pudgy thumbs worked the buttons, producing bells,squeaks and whistles.
So it seems that IT begins in the cradle. Infants learn the keyboard long before they can read or write. Ten second editing makes for fast and furious visual media. It takes a supreme effort to spot the change of shots, for there are so, so many.
Today's children do not have the long view so accept these ultra rapid cuts as normal. So to make any impression on jaded minds, everything in their lives, must be played out as a
furious, high voltage, experience.
The days of quiet explanation and calm thought are over it seems. Education has to be a farce paced melodrama.Is it any wonder that Morris Dancers are almost extinct.
