The conversation over the past couple of days about introversion and extroversion, and the perceived valuing of one over the other in our culture, has had me thinking about my own schooling. In particular, I’ve been thinking a great deal about where and when, in my 9 years of elementary schooling, and my 5 years of high school, I felt the most at home.It’s very easy to remember the negative moments; I don’t think I’m alone in observing that they often stay with you for many years, if not longer.
But where did I shine? What was happening around me on those days where I came home and couldn’t wait to get back the next day? Was there a connection between those moments and this whole conversation about the introversion/extroversion spectrum? What do I remember about the way the class was organized, the work that I was given to do, and the degree of freedom and space with which I was allowed to do it?
A couple of instances jump to mind immediately and in my next post I will share one or two with you.
But as this summer Saturday fades into another lazy Sunday, I’ll invite you to do the same. Do you have a story to share when you felt you were at your best as a student? Can you remember any of the conditions that may have contributed to those memories? What made that experience so memorable and so positive.
Over to you, and I will catch up with you at some point in the next 24 hours!