(This happened way back when I was in primary school. 4th standard.)
“Listen to the blackboard!" my maths teacher would call out to the class.
When I couldn’t handle it anymore, I asked her- "But how are we supposed to ‘listen’ to the blackboard, ma’am? It doesn’t say anything!"
“Oh yes. It does dear! This blackboard, the chairs, the tables are all soaked with knowledge. They speak to you, pass on the knowledge, only you should be interested enough to pay attention to them.”
“You have heard the birds chirping? Right?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am” I replied. Still perplexed.
“So, do you think that’s just a racket or does that chirping make any sense to you?” She questioned.
“Ummm… it seems they are singing, ma’am.” I replied hesitantly.
“Well, exactly the same way the sound of chalk on blackboard is also music to the ears, knowledge to the mind. Whenever a teacher writes something on the blackboard, pay attention. Listen with all your might. It seems to sing. Each and every word and syllable and even numeral has its own melody. They sing, they all sing!"
Once you’ve learnt to distinguish the melodies, let them seep into your head and heart and soul and won’t have to mug up another answer, never!
Since then, I’ve made it a point to ‘listen’ to the blackboard.
The teachers write, the letters sing and I listen…