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Lessons Learned

School

by Allan Hunter

When I was a teenager we had a history teacher called Mr. Carew-Hamble. Inevitably this elderly, tall, awkward and desperately short-sighted man was made fun of, and eventually condemned with the nickname of Screwy. His poor eyesight meant he couldn’t keep control of the back rows of any classroom, and his old-world dignity merely made us guffaw. Because of this he was relegated to teaching only those classes that were considered hopeless. Every year, so the rumors went, he was invited to tea with the headmistress, who would ask him if he perhaps felt he would like to retire. Every year he politely declined, saying he felt he still had a few good years left.

The rest of the school prided itself on having younger and more energetic teachers, the ones who could push us through our exams and get laudable results. Screwy in his tweed suit was in direct contrast to this.

One day, much to our amusement, we saw a notice that invited us during lunch break to visit the History Exhibit put on by Screwy’s class. The subject was World War Two (we all yawned at this familiar theme) and of course we knew Screwy had been in it. It was common knowledge that anyone could get him to digress from whatever lesson he was supposed to be teaching if only we asked him what the war was like. Standing around our classroom (it was raining, so we weren’t about to go outside) a bunch of us thought this might be a laugh. We’d get a chance to see just how bad this exhibit was.

We made our way in raucous spirits to the classroom a few doors beyond ours and entered to see Screwy slumped in his chair, looking blank. There, on the walls, were student projects about World War Two, with the obligatory maps, typed pages of exposition, red arrows showing advancing armies, and so on. Pictures of officers and soldiers were arranged, one or two with “my grandpa” written on tags below them. All pretty standard stuff, we thought.

Then we turned to face the back of the room.

There, laid out on tables were several empty artillery shell cases, some large fragments of shrapnel, a grimy and stained flag, and shockingly, four very used looking rifles. One had a sniper’s telescopic sight. Beside it was a rusted helmet. On one side of this was a single bullet hole. On the other a huge tear in the steel where the bullet had exited.

We were speechless. I think tears came to my eyes, but I wasn’t going to let anyone see that.  It was clear that these were Screwy’s own collection, brought in especially. He’d been there, in the thick of it, and who knows what he’d seen, what he’d had to do. I for one knew that I had no reason to mock him now. The unmoving figure behind the desk was no longer the Screwy we thought we knew. He was a messenger from another time, telling us of things were fortunate to have avoided.

No one spoke as we walked back to our class.

Screwy may have been the butt of many jokes and in conventional terms was an utterly ineffective teacher when it came to getting pupils through exams.  Even though I had other teachers I can honestly say I don’t remember much of the history I learned for my ‘O’ levels.

But none of us ever forgot the haunting, visceral lesson of that day. And I am forever grateful for that.

The name of the exhibit?  Peace in our Time.

Allan Hunter

Allan Hunter

Allan Hunter has spent his life exploring the intersection of literature, ancient wisdom, and the ways of the heart. His studies have led to him uncover the extraordinary power that exists within certain texts, ancient and modern, and to find the ways we can access that power in our own lives.

He is a full professor of Literature at Curry College, a counselor, and his doctoral degree in literature is from Oxford University. British by birth, he traveled extensively in Europe, India, Africa, and India before settling in Boston, Massachusetts.

Three of his books seek to show readers how to use writing as a therapeutic and life-enhancing tool. They are all based in workshops he has taught for over thirty years (The Sanity Manual, Life Passages, and Write Your Memoir). In each case the emphasis is on using writing and story to reach a place a deeper understanding and peace. His other books have explored the way six specific archetypes recur in the 3000 years of the western world’s great literature; Stories We Need to Know, The Six Archetypes of Love, and Princes, Frogs and Ugly Sisters: The Grimm Brothers’ Healing Tales. He concludes that these archetypes are ways for us to contact the deep structures of the psyche.

His tenth book, The Path of Synchronicity, asks us to consider what it is the universe seems to nudge us to do, rather than what we think will make us famous or wealthy.  As such times we move into the flow of synchronicity.

He followed this with Spiritual Hunger in which he asks us to consider how we can feed our inner need for relevance in a mass culture, and how we can choose healthy possibilities rather than those sold to us by large corporations.

His most recent work is Gratitude and Beyond – an exploration of how gratitude is just the beginning to the journey of self-discovery. Following a brush with death I describe how I learned, the hard way, lessons I needed to know so that I could live more harmoniously in the world.

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