Picture this:
You're a bright student well on your way to completing your high school diploma, but also …
You're a child of chaos. Yes, you love your parents, but …
It's been a rocky road. You live an all too interesting life.
And most days, school is the last thing on your mind.
Plus … when you do go …
School Is Utterly Boring!
At least, that was almost always the case for me.
I mean … seriously?
What the heck is a high school diploma to a guy who just wants to play bass, write lyrics and hang out with his friends?
And the teachers?
Not exactly friendship material. And yet …
Why You Should Never Forget Any Of Your Teachers
Sure, I had some real characters for teachers.
For example, there was the guy who had a fishing boat on his truck. We always saw him leaning against it and smoking a pipe before wandering off to his classroom during the breaks.
Another teacher was a champion curler. He could make the trash bin stop on a dime right beside the desk of anyone chewing gum.
And then there was the math teacher who always used beer in his examples because it was the only thing he could do to get anyone's attention.
And you know what? Even though I forget 99.99% of everything they taught me …
They still teach me because I use them as Bridging Figures in my Memory Palaces.
Milk Those Teachers For All They're Worth!
Advanced memory improvement tip:
Go through your life history and write down the name and a description of every teacher you've ever had.Click To TweetIf you remember their names, all the better.
But more importantly, focus on their classrooms. What they looked like. How they moved.
Then keep these details in mind for the next time you need to remember something. If you've got the Magnetic Memory Method under your belt, those teachers will serve you very well as mnemonic tools for the rest of your life.
You just have to finesse them a little by doing the simple memory exercise of "excavating" them from your past.
Anyhow …
… As amusing as those teachers were … I still thought grinding out the hours toward this abstract thing called a "high school diploma" was …
A Complete Waste Of Time!
It really felt that way.
Besides, almost every teacher I spent time with obviously had other things they would rather have been doing with their time.
Fishing …
Curling …
Drinking beer …
No Wonder I Became A High School Dropout!
But here's the thing …
Just because I dropped out of high school doesn't mean I stopped learning.
Far from it!
When I took my leave from the hallowed halls of high school education …
I did it in a very sneaky way. (Hi Mom, if you're reading this!)
Every morning, I'd head out to the bus like usual. But instead of standing and waiting for that rusted bucket along with the other kids …
I'd leave for school a little bit earlier.
No one ever saw me.
This was rural Canada, after all.
Frosty mornings …
Turkey farms …
Lots and lots of trees.
The True Story Of My Real High School Diploma
And back then, I carried one of razzmatazz yellow Walkman cassette-radio players.
You know the kind:
Chunky pla
Published on 8 years, 10 months ago
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