Dark Sarcasm in the Classroom · Ashram for Higher Education
⁘ “Hey teacher – leave those kids alone! Then for nostalgia. Dark sarcasm in the classroom. 1994. Deep in ancient philosophies, doing my mantra meditations. Took a bit of a toll on my studies, called by the supervising teacher for a little chat. "Madam Teacher, all these subjects of yours, they are in their silos... I require an umbrella to bridge all of this information together." For higher education, it was into the ashram and beyond.”
Hey teacher – leave those kids alone!
You're not a positive role model.
You're a front for the system, and they kind of get it.
While we're at it, rewinding straight back to 1994.
Dark sarcasm in the classroom.
At that point, at the budding age of 14,
I was already a regular visitor to the ashram.
Deep in ancient philosophies,
doing my couple of hours of mantra meditation dutifully every day.
That's what the monks do
so, the hell, I'll do the same.
So all of that, obviously,
took a bit of a toll on my studies,
the attention I cared to invest in to any of it.
And so I was called by
the supervising teacher for a little chat.
"So, Oskari, it seems that as of late,
your enthusiasm for studies has rather been waning.
What's going on?"
"You see, Madam Teacher, all these subjects of yours,
they are in their silos, and what's more, lack real life application.
I, on the other hand, am investigating the deeper meaning of life.
I require an umbrella to bridge all of this information together."
That's actually what I said, right?
Almost word to word.
"Oh, I see.
Well, those are good sorts of things to think about,
but perhaps also mind your studies."
"Well, okay, then, like whatever."
So I still finished my primary school with respectable grades,
but for higher education, it was into the ashram and beyond.