Teach Me

That's such an odd phrase,but I suppose it's because I hardly ever say it. Ever since I was young,I got used to people asking me to do that for them when we were in class,but I never really got the chance to ask that question for myself. Of course, I was taught in class, but that was more of "required", I suppose, since I wouldn't call it forced, although others might. In class, we have to learn certain things, and it makes no sense in asking to be taught something that you will eventually learn, so I never had the chance to ask that question.

Other people had to ask,since they didn't understand it in class. I remember how I would stay up late helping someone with math homework,or summarizing an entire history chapter for someone over the phone since our test would be tomorrow, or going over grammar usage right before a test, or answering someone when they needed comprehension facts for the test on a book that they didn't read, or, my most painstaking favor, having to proofread 3 essays online of people who had sent them to me through e-mail or myspace since it would be due the next day.

I never had to be the person on the other line, needing the help. And I didn't want to be,so I guess it was part of the reason as to why I never needed to ask,since I was the one answering. But now that I look back on things,it's a little sad to have never been taught something that I voluntarily wanted to learn. It sounds complicated,but it might actually be simple.

I don't know how to swim. I was never taught, since my parents never got around to it. When I was young, my family didn't go to the beach and whatnot for the summer, and well...I was always reading,so I guess that my mother thought I wouldn't need it at the current moment. But then, moments turned into years and years developed with nothing. I'm 14,and I still can't swim. I never had the chance to ask to be taught.

I've never really riden a bike,either. Once again,when I was younger, I read frequently,so my mother didn't think that it was crucial to my childhood. I never had the opportunity to ask if someone would be willing to teach me,and now, I don't think that I will anymore. There are somethings in life that you need to learn at specific times, or else they just won't seem intriguing anymore. They lose their blissful connotation when you get older.

Many people say that it's a wonderful feeling to finally understand something when it is taught after a time of difficulty, but I think that it is equally wonderful to be able to ask to be taught something for no reason other than because you want to learn.