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From: [Remus Lupin]
Subject: Interest in teaching
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I've spoken to my "advisees", though I'm not sure what I'm meant to do with them now. Two of them keep talking to me about culture but I don't think they know what the word means at all, to be honest. They think they're very adult and only want to learn about the world here, as though culture can be cut up and spoon fed to them like carrots.
When I was teaching in Ireland, students, children used to have some level of respect for those that had been placed in authority over them. They'd sit there leaned over their books with their tangled hair and lean necks and stare off with blank expressions as their minds drifted and rolled over everything, everything besides what I was saying.
And that's well, and that's good and people can think whatever they like. Thinking is important, it's so nice to be young and full of ideas. It's good to be defiant and challenge the world and all the parts of it. It's the only way anyone can strive to find any sort of identity before they all realise that individualism is the greatest lie they were ever told and it all comes crashing down in waves strong enough to break the pressure in their ears.
I'm beginning to think I may be better suited to teach at one of the universities in this city, or one of the schools or somewhere where students know how to speak to their professors that isn't calling them names.