Garbage_Brain__Paulo_Freire

Garbage Brain: Paulo Freire My junior year in high school, I had a very interesting relationship with my chemistry teacher. She was a brilliant woman who desperately wanted to stuff my brain with thousands of facts and theories about Avogadro and his infamous mole. However, I was the student who liked to challenge the teacher. I did not just sit back and accept all this nonsense simply because Mrs. Alexander said this was this and that was that. I wanted to know why' How' And I was never afraid to ask either. I remember one particular day; we were learning how to predict chemical reactions. I don’t know if I was having a brain fart that day, but not a word that escaped Mrs. A’s lips made sense to me. So, I began asking questions. I told Mrs. Alexander I didn’t understand and I asked her to explain the concepts again. I wanted to know why a set of reactants would form certain products and how to make these predictions. I could tell Mrs. Alexander was getting irritated and her patience was burning up, but that did not stop my prodding. I was determined mrs, alexander, class, teacher, questions, student, knowledge, day, brain, through, education, each, 260, world, words, wanted, stupid, role, perfect, know, just, isn’t, freire, every, chemistry, began, asking, alexander’s, year, word, understood, told, subject, students, soaking