The price and grades in my Informal School

Happy Easter to peeps once more. If you don’t celebrate it, you still can smile at and for those who do right?

Ok, I own to two things now. That I am a lousy classroom student, and that part of the title for this post was inspired by my dear Timi’s post on the Price of Shame.

At last I made it to Charlesroi

I know quite some, who never went or completed formal school, but who had such wisdom and knowledge beyond measure. That is definitely from informal school!

I love it in informal school, above all the bell for school doesn’t ring as loud 🙂 and there are no school uniforms – hmm even bikinis are allowed 🙂

I know formal school is very important especially in today’s world, but we should not fail to take informal school seriously. A whole lot of life’s most precious lessons are learnt and taught there – and I admitted as much recently when I miraculously clocked 36.

The price may not be measurable in monetary value, and to that extend to me, it’s simply ‘priceless’. For all my years a mixed emotions pupil (yes I am yet to even graduate to a higher level), I have had to put up or down, a much more or less payment for some courses. Yet I love that school where there is no headmaster, headboy, nor formal sitting arrangements. You can even take lessons while sleeping or walking!

The grades are administered self-service during the buffet! You grade yourself! Wow! I have rated myself differently at various stages of life, but today I grade myself a very good pupil who just has to work harder and can do much better!

Fortunately, I have a very special someone who watches and guides me. I call him my ALMIGHTY FATHER! You can call him whatever you want, or not at all. I equally have some special Angels too, and lots of friends and dear family to cheer me on!

In my informal school, I so love the lessons on perseverance, never giving up, endurance, tests and trials, Faith and Folly, and Laughter the best medecine. And of course the counting your blessings sports class. There are very pain in the ass lessons too though, like on discipline yourself, count to 100 before you speak, and am sure we all can list more…

My nick or brand name I choose there is MerryMarie, and this replaces Ayobebe. That was for nursrey class.

Dear all, spring is here. Easter is here. There is life, there is hope. I had the privilege once more to tap from one of those who have made it to a far more advanced class in my informal school this weekend, and from a city (Charlesroi in Belgium) I had been looking so forward to visiting. And oh my, I also had done very well in the Listen twice before you speak class. Especially when in the midst of such people, I listen and listen and listen!

I wish for us all to start or continue paying much and deserving attention to our attendance and progress in informal school. I have come to conclude that I decide how much I pay, and which grades I give myself. Oh such a school where you can be pupil, headboy and headmaster? Am all for it, and you?