I am the only teacher I have.
We all have many multiples of nominal teachers, not least of which are those we find in schools.
But I am the only real one - the one who actually teaches.
I wrote this directly after listening to a coffee shop argument between middle aged parents about the broken education system. The usual sea of confusion was immediately entered into, one saying there's no alternative the other repeating what he'd read earlier from the Ministry of Love. I wanted to repeat the thought I'm writing here, to them, but the opportunity to butt in gracefully did not present itself.
Of all the things which I can do well and I dersyand well - which are not that many, I have always decided to learn about those things. I made an explicit decision that I wanted to find out.
Yes, a teacher might have been trying to force me to learn many many times. And many many times I did not want to learn about that thing. So I did not learn about it.
Allow me to repeat the essential point: fir everything I know well about, I decided to learn about it. And that us the only reason I know about it. Teachers never helped. And fur everything I'm still ignorant about I also chose not to know about it.
Think about it with extreme care - teachers stop trying in our late teens. Yet our collective knowledge increases significantly after the teachers are gone.
You might say, "OK, but the one thing the teachers taught you was how to teach yourself". Clearly this circular reasoning.
The point at which you decide or chose is totally internal. And there's no known mechanism which can access this exogenously, yet, in this universe.
So, I, am the only teacher.