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Old School vs. New School

And when I say old school… I mean OLD school. This article is about appreciating those traits that made Greek Academies so great and the current College System… so, so lame. History repeats itself, they say. And looking at the past for knowledge, is a GREAT way to help build a better future.

Let’s start at the beginning.

Students who went to the academies in Ancient Greece went there because they wanted to learn. It was this thirst for knowledge that drove students to visit their classrooms, not a need for a diploma or social pressure.

Greek students choose their teachers. They weren’t assigned to teachers randomly.

Greeks students honored their teachers by referring them to as “master” or “mentor”. Not Mr. Jones, Missy, or simply Emily. Formalities aside, respect toward educators is a thing that is quickly deteriorating.

Ancient students were free to leave a classroom whenever they wanted, and a teacher could refuse to give classes to a disrespectful student.

Students read books because they genuinely wanted to learn, not because of some test or examination.

Greek Academies ran on donations/sponsors…. not on student’s money.

IN THE END

It’s the over-complicated society, the over-complicated life, and over-complicated regulations that have ruined the education system.

It’s a shame how the entire SYSTEM is geared towards teaching students how to work, but NOT how to live. Sure, it’s the parent’s job to take care of the LIFE lessons … but happens to kids with bad parents? or a dumb ones? or broken homes?….. sadly, there is few people around to guide these lost teenagers.

Old School

Read —–> Learn —–> Be a better person

New School

Read —–> Take tests —–> Get diploma —–> Work —–> Make money

In the Society of the XXI Century

Seems like helping students make “future” money is more important than helping them find happiness.

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Dam! The Internet is a Small Place!

I normally wouldn´t post this. But this  is a story worth telling. A story that shows us just how small the world really is… and just how small Google has made the Internet.

Our family boat - 1996

The sailboat me and my family lived on during 1996; where we got together for dinner and slept each night. Our international house that travelled almost every island in the Lower Caribbean and Venezuela. A country were time didn´t exist and the strength and direction of the wind was the only thing that mattered.  Yep, that year aboard the sailboat gave us memories and awesome pictures to last a lifetime.

 

14 years later...

Where we in the boat when the gust of winds picked up? When the waves battered the casket like the hooves of a thousand horses?  We most certainlay weren´t. Because fate, life (or whatever else you call it) had other plans for us. My parents sold the boat to couple of Polish/Canadians back in 1999. And they were the ones vacationing in Grenada when the Hurricane Ivan hit the island in 2004.

How then, did we find out about our beloved sailboat´s demise?

The Internet. While navigating the web one day, my dad found a hurricane news article with our boat´s name in it. We each gave it our own personal goodbyes and thought that was it. We would never see our boat again. That was how we felt for 6 years… until yesterday.

¨The Kapsis Wreck¨ as it´s known now

http://www.grenadagrenadines.com/detail/kapsis-wreck/

Apparently, our boat was found by a couple of Grenada scuba divers a couple of years ago and since then has become a diving attraction for tourists. That bring us to the present, when my family did that which we once thought impossible: we saw our beloved Kapsis once more. Although saddening, these news have also brought joy and light to our hearts. Never would we have imagined that our  year-long home would one day become a tourist sight.

And even more unimaginable was that we found out about our sailboat´s fate through random chance in the Internet. It´s one of those stories that remind one of just how small the world really is. And how Internet is doing a great job at making it even smaller.

20 years ago, without the Internet such an ocurrence would have been impossible. And even 12 years ago, when the digital era began, finding such news in the giant mass of Internet information would have been unlikely, to say the least. But it´s 2010, and search engines such as Google and Yahoo have really brought all the Internet´s information closer to us, the users. Thus the technological advances of the last couple years have not only made the world a smaller place, but the Internet as well.

The digital information of today is just closer and more easily accesible than ever. So while the size of the Internet database will always be on the rise, the way we perceive this database as individuals will each day be smaller, closer and more personal. Until we reach a day where wasting hours paging through useless  Internet information will be a thing of the past.

Kapsis (1995-2004)

The name Kapsis comes from an ancient Mayan myth. In it, Kapsis was the name of a native princess. A native princess that loved staring at the stars so much the turtle god decided to turn her into a sea star. That way she could stare at the stars underwater for rest of time.

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Special credit and thanks to my dad [ and family = ) ]

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The Elder Paradox

“As I am now, you soon shall be.”

A timeless quote about our brief existence… If old people wandering through the streets like lost souls makes you sad, shouldn´t you be even sadder that one day that lost soul might be you?

That one day, you might stumble upon what used to be blessing… but is now a curse. That instead of being respected, admired, looked after, when you get old your mere existence becomes a burden. A burden to society. A burden to your family. A burden fewer, fewer people are willing to carry.

Vincent Van Gogh - 1890

Something that moves, but can barely see. Something that talks, but is barely heard. Something that feels, but barely feels living. Growing old is truly is a burden to the human spirit…  A burden that no man should have to carry alone.

Like expensive cellphones, elders used to be revered because they were scarce. And much like the Motorolla Razor, once elders started showing up everywhere, people lost interest in them. Are we that shallow?

Mankind made leap forward in the field of medicine this last century.  A huge leap. A leap that hasn´t yet landed.  A leap that doubles the average life of a human being and fills up ours streets with elders. Aren´t we going to take resposibility for the consequences of our actions?

Pointless... isn´t it?

An elder with no loved ones… is like a pilgrim trapped in a paradox staircase. He can walk all he want, but he won´t get anywhere. His soul is trapped in the building or street of yesterday. And so time passes and nothing happens… until one day the soul sits down. Sits down tired of roaming pointlessly about. Sits down to watch the river of time and no longer swim. And so time passes… and now all he wants to do is remain underwater.

Grim… yes. True as well. For millions of elders nowadays life is just that… an uphill routine that only finds rest over the edge. Ideally, the community should be the one taking care of them. Take care of them by incorporating elder care in their social work; promote everyday citizens to share a couple of hours a week with these lost souls.

But since we are not in ideal world, it´s really our duty… no, our obligation as family members to take care of them. If you are not big with helping strangers, then at least focus on your own elderly relatives. Make sure they feel loved, not lost…. Make sure they feel at home, even if they live in retirement.

All this came to my mind

As I watched that old man with sunglasses. Watched him cross the street and nearly get run over by a frenzied car. Saw him jerk in fright from the honks and screams of a maniac. Sat with him at the bus station. And after a full minute of trying, watched how he couldn´t even read his own watch.

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