“You
didn’t come for methodology, did you?” I verbalized my
thought. This statement usually raised a few eyebrows and rarely inviting. But
wait until I’ve exhibited few hours of an excessive, hands-on training. That’s
when old brains are filtered along with aha and eureka taking place. It’s like
driving a car that swiftly needs a detour.
Although I grew up in a
laid back generation, this doesn’t make me conventional. I defy monotones aside
from flouting rote learning. If I welcomed norms, wouldn’t have taught this
long. I’m a radical supporter of praxis because every learner deserves the best
education.
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