#Instruction

Education planning is the ritual of promising a utopian learning future while churning out meaningless slides in cramped meeting rooms. Instructors wield thick manuals and endless bullet points that birth chaos in classrooms. Stakeholders launch meetings with lofty objectives, only for those goals to end up as exercises in self-congratulation. A "successful" plan is a living thing that remains unfinished until it’s discarded on the shop floor.

An instruction is the magical incantation that makes its recipient confuse autonomy with compliance by a single character. The moment it is uttered, the recipient’s agency is frozen as it cascades into overzealous interpretation. A sheet of paper can transform a boardroom into a battlefield, while email transforms context into a black hole of passive-aggressive undertones. Everyone so readily utters it, yet few dare to question its true intent. In the end, even the issuer forgets what they meant, and it becomes legend.

Teaching is the act of transforming another’s thought into a one-sided microphone performance, sealing participants inside a silent cage. In that ritual where pouring endless information and sermonizing upon questioning becomes the norm, having the leeway to think for oneself is but a luxurious illusion. When the teaching ends, learners briefly taste relief, only to be tormented shortly after by new questions and the meta-question of why they were instructed in the first place. No matter how glorified learning’s role is in human growth, this practice is always cloaked in a mantle called self-satisfaction.