Teachers and Books

I came to think about my former teachers. I don't remember most of their names. I have a problem with memorizing names. Not that I am not capable of doing so, see I can memorize formulas but names of people and even faces, does not really interest me. It sometimes gets annoying when knowing their names might have made life a little bit easier. The connections, the strings that can be pulled, if you catch my drift. But for someone who does want to live a peaceful life, I tend to finish tasks and go out of the door and their life.



I was browsing the net for something to break the ice. A headache is starting to build-up so I don't wanna take the chances of having a migraine right now. As I browse, a blog entry caught my interest. It is about former teachers who are no longer living.

I do not remember names of teachers that I have, well, except for some special cases. But I only remember nicknames of professors and sometimes their surnames. And I do remember the things that they taught.

However, when I remember lessons taught in school the flooding memories comes back attached with their nicknames like, Algebra by Ms. B. Or Advance Math taught by E. The names were remembered are sometimes created by me,not even their real pet names:

Alias for familiar face.

Nicknames for familiar old life.

For me, they were like old books stashed away in the dark part of the room.

Old books, closed and forgotten.