The best of my teachers didn't mind my questions and they often answered them in ways such that I would think critically and form my own opinions and ask my own questions. Others did not like my questions or were unable to answer them in a productive way.
For instance, in the second grade. I was seven years old, and my teacher was a sexy young Italian. She was the type of women who if I were a teenager, and she tried to seduce me, I would never tell a soul. She always leaned over the desk and often times her cleavage would thereby become exposed. I always asked for help on my class work, whether it was needed or not.
Mrs. Ippolito had a friend who would always come in to the class, and they would chat. Being somewhat of an attention whore and caring about my education at a young age, this irked the ever living shit out of me.
Shortly after Ms. Fernandez left, we resumed our math lesson and we were handed our class work. Before I started the class work, while the rest of the children were silent, I walked up to Mrs. Ippolito and said, "Mrs. Ippolito, I think you spend too much time talking to Ms. Fernandez." Being as young as I was, I couldn't articulate how I felt--namely like I was getting ripped the fuck off, which is absurd since it was public education and you can potentially always be getting ripped--but at any rate, I did the best I could with my abilities.
Mrs. Ippolito flipped right the fuck out and said it was none of my business what they talk about or for how long. Being seven, I left it at that.
In her class, for those of us who got to school early, we were allowed to go to stations and play games, usually math puzzles or some such stuff. I always enjoyed that. At one point, Mrs. Ippolito was meandering about making sure we weren't gouging our eyes out with scissors, or whatever the hell kids at seven years of age do, and I walked up to her to ask her if I could go to the particular station that had a puzzle a liked--a rectangular box, that you fill with squares that contain partial shapes, and at the end, if you did it right you made a particular shape shown on the outside of the box.
She told me no. I got pissed and asked why, and she lost it again and told me not to question her. So, not being able to argue rationally, I let it go.
Another time, about a year later I was 8. I had been recently baptized by my cousin, who also happens to be a priest. He also lifts, and is insanely jacked for a 62 year old guy.
As an aside before all the jokes come in, he has never been transferred for any 'transgressions,' and he never molested any altar boys. For a guy who has been a priest for god knows how long and is as devoted to Catholicism, he is a pretty smart guy and has his head on straight and is generally a thoughtful guy.
However, I fell from any kind of a belief in a deity because when I asked my cousin who created God, all he could recite from the Catechism was the belief that God had simply always been. This didn't make sense to me because the Catechism states that "without the Creator, the creature vanishes." I started a lifelong spiritual questioning that continues to this day, based on that one instance.
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Fast forward to later in my life, when the people at the Dragon Door forums got absolutely butt hurt when Adam T. Glass, and others started posting regularly about biofeedback testing and Gym Movement, I started to question how an insanely strong guy like Adam was now looking younger, leaner and getting stronger than hell.
This questioning leads to Frankie, who taught Adam the protocol. In religious terms, Frankie would be the magus figure. The magus decided to speak. What I am going to include here is a ten part series (all brief, so don't get all butt hurt about the length) where Frankie talks about his questioning process. It's my way of honoring a guy who can fish for himself and teach us how to do so. And it will save you the trouble of waiting. Here it goes:
There you have it. I know the posts are collectively long, but I waited since August to read the whole series, just so I could learn more about a more recent teacher in my life, thereby saving all of you the suspense. If you want to check out more of Frankie's writing, go here, and here.
I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did.
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