all of you being bloggers. You and I could hardly say that blogging is a waste of time, could we?
Thank you, everybody, for your generous and intelligent comments to the previous post. I value your opinion; all of you basically advised me to leave the class, seeing how I felt about it.
So why did I not do that earlier? Teacher several times made fun of me and my need for following the rules of grammar, for wanting prepositions and tenses used correctly. Ok, this may be slightly outlandish nowadays, but then 'outlandish' is exactly what I am, having learnt English as a foreign language, by rote and by rule, from an early age onwards. She even called me a 'professional foreigner' once.
I think I stuck it out because of conditioning in childhood, which this particular teacher managed to tap into. (She also reminded me of my mother) I went to school at a time when children were expected to behave themselves, to respect their elders and betters, before the time when the freedom of individual expression became the magic formula, the great be-all-and-end-all of education. In my day the omniscience of teachers was not questioned, we did, mostly, as we were told. I believe that my discomfort in the creative writing class arose from the gulf between my upbringing and my distrust of the tuition, apart from teacher's inclination to become personal when she found her view challenged.
The days of blind obedience to those in authority are over, I am glad to say, but I still feel that many of us have discarded respect for others at the same time. Has the pendulum swung too far? I hear that there are schools where teachers fear children and some parents, where children are not only insolent but physically aggressive.
Are there still professions which demand the same automatic respect they once did? Doctors, the clergy, teachers, bank managers, the legal profession, politicians, for instance, do we still see them as people to look up to? Beloved and I belong to the class of rogues and vagabonds; however, when representatives of the previously mentioned professions sit round my dinner table I find they boil their breakfast egg in the same water and for as long as I do.
Automatic respect for the sake of one's calling, is it a thing of the past?