How Education Almost Ruined My Mind

“Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training”  (Anna Freud).

I’m 10 years old and really excited. I’m in fourth grade and it’s field trip day. Our class is going to visit the Super Computer! Now this is a fancy machine with a program that will tell you what you’re going to be when you grow up. All you have to do is answer some questions.

We arrive and get in a single file line. One by one we each take our turn. When everyone is done answering their questionnaires this massive machine prints out a document for each kid with a list of future careers based on the personal information entered. Everyone is very animated as they’re getting their results back. They’re told they will be biologists, veterinarians, doctors, accountants, lawyers Etc..

Finally, my report comes. Now mind you, at five years old I was ‘diagnosed’ (probably by the original super computer) with dyslexia and put into a special school where you trace letters in the air with your fingers so you’ll visualize them in the hopes that you’ll stop writing them backwards (sdrawkcab).

Apparently I caught on and learned to write all my letters in the correct direction because this is the first year I’m integrated back into regular school with all the ‘smart’ kids. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I already have a complex. However, I think maybe this Super Computer with its super powers might just prove everyone wrong!

As all the kids are oohing and aahing at their results, I’m handed my sheet of paper. Now mind you, at the bottom of everyone’s page is a list of possible career choices, each one on a separate line. There is no list at the bottom of my mine. There is only one line; one choice; one possible career path; one option for my future. The results of the supercomputer predict my destiny in bold letters:

Insulation installer.

I’m mortified as I see those strange words staring back me. What is a 10 year old child to do with this information?

Now my father is a carpenter so it can’t be all bad, I reason. I begin reflecting on the few times I accompanied him to work. And each time just as I was about to dive into that big pile of squishy stuff he’d say: “Stay away from that stuff, that’s insulation. If you jump in in, you will be itchy for the rest of the day.”

‘This is it?’ I ponder. ‘This is my future? When I grow up I’m going to be installing itchy squishy stuff? And isn’t this typically a job only a man can do?’

I do clearly remember hearing the commercials where I’m told I can ‘Bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan,’ which is good news. However, I’m a very literal child and I have to ask my father what the commercial means since I don’t really understand why anyone can’t bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan. (Asking is a bad idea.)

But the truth is, my little heart is crushed that day. Not only do I feel misunderstood by all the adults and teachers in my life, but now even the super computer can’t figure me out!

I’m sure you’ve had someone in your life who hurt you or left a lasting negative impact. (Hopefully it wasn’t a super computer.)

Even though this story is funny, it’s a reminder of the overcoming power of God in my life.

Today I can laugh because I know God is in the business of using bad situations for good. I know He can make victorious endings out of difficult beginnings.

He’s way more than a Super Computer.


One Comment Add yours

  1. Kevin young says:

    My son Zac went home November 30 2013 after being attackec by a tiger shark
    He was supposed to be doing a course to become a chapline at 19 for Christian surfer in Adelaide Australia
    It was postponed
    He had given his life to Jesus only 18 mths before
    And around 12 weeks before he went home he knelt next to his bed and for a second time committed his life to Christ
    This time his prayer was


    ONLY 12 weeks later that was his path

    His last words have effected all of us forever
    His legs hanging off his body blood everywhere at a reef way out to sea 19 years old with 3 boys 14 ,15,19 a 3metre tiger shark after mauling my son and still hunting them
    My son now bleeding out paddled somehow to his frightened friends and said these words

    Looking into there eyes


    Then as he was already loosing consciousness said as he was about to leave this life

    Father keep my friends safe I pray

    God answered his prayer and they somehow were saved although
    My beautiful young Zacy went home to be with his father in heaven

    My journey has been to know


    Like my son
    May God himself minister to your heart as he has mine through in revealing his
    Which is surpasses knowledge
    His ETERNAL deep love 💖

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