This is a sad story actually, the one Iím about to tell you.
About a teacher and his classroom and the
changes they went through.
The teacher spent a lot of time with the students, teaching things that
wanting each student to learn what it takes
to be happy ever after.
The classroom was large and beautiful and nearly everything could be
From science to astronomy to geometry to
whatever their heart yearned.
The class was set up where the students were governed by rules of common
and you had the choice of learning from
others or from your own experience.
You could also decide to accept the rules or break them if you chose.
You were told to be honest but could choose
not to when situations arose.
The teacher put the classroom in perfect order. Everything had itís
His workmanship had the preciseness of
clockwork. Disorder had no trace.
The teacher gave us simple rules to follow. There was nothing hard at
Then he told us that he was leaving but if
we needed help, just call.
Things went well at first, we followed the rules and learned as we went.
But many of the students became mean and
peace and joy were soon rent.
Then as time continued to pass on, one student after another began
"There is no teacher; there never was! If
so, what business did he have leaving?"
Soon, many doubted the teacher had ever existed. It became a
It offered freedom of responsibility to him
which gave them great relief.
Many of the students began fighting. It seemed to break out
Their thoughts and actions turned to
themselves, not willing to help or share.
Other students began to moan aloud, "Oh, where has the teacher gone?"
Still others turned away by saying, "If he
lived, he wouldnít let this go on.
In time, more and more students believed this "no teacher" idea was
Until those who did believe in the teacher
amounted to a comparative few.
Even those who still believed in the teacher couldnít agree among
Breaking off into groups and not believing
that a singular truth prevails.
One by one they seemed to turn from the teacher, following their own
Making excuses for their bad behavior,
giving their conscience a sleeping pill.
But what the students didnít realize was that the teacher hadnít
really gone away.
He only pretended to leave their sight to
see what the students would do and say.
You see, the room was surrounded with one-way windows for the teacher to
how each student acted in class so he could
give them the grade they deserve.
For unbeknownst to the students, the classroom was for more than they
and the lessons learned were far more
inclusive than just the reasons taught.
Yes, the classroom was for tests and trials so that each student could
and the lessons given were lessons needed
for truths the student had to discern
and though most students thought the classroom was to have fun and to be a
the classroom was for the teacher to see
just who the students ...really are.
Jeppsen #3751, (Ret) R# 140, September 2003b