Please Stop Educating Me — I Want to Learn Something

I am one of the 1 percent.

Nah, I’m not talking money; when it comes to that I’m in another 1 percent, you know, the ones who re-use plastic grocery bags as spontaneous suitcases for overnight trips.

When I walk on the beach, I should do just that — walk on the beach, and totally ignore any educational signs. Catching the Breeze by Steve Henderson, available as an original, signed limited edition print, miniature, and note card.

No, I am one of the extreme minority of people who read the placards and displays and educational signs set up in museums, or on nature walking paths, or along beaches, and after years of doing this, I’m beginning to see why 99 percent of the population totally ignores these things.

Take last week: the Norwegian Artist and I were out of town giving a 4-day watercolor workshop and in the evenings we powerfully and purposefully walked along the Belt of Green, a 15-mile path that wends its way along the river, and is filled with people biking, purposefully walking, roller blading, and some — irritatingly — strolling, although this is putting it charitably. If they were moving any slower they’d be going backwards.

Back to my point: randomly scattered about were educational signs — you’ve seen them, they look like church podiums — and they say things like this:

“What rhymes with PLATYPUS?” (I don’t know. Are there platypuses around here?)

“A river runs through it.” (Oh, how clever. By any chance would you have some information about this river, like, say, its name?)

“Trees and flowers and berries — oh MY!” (Yes, I noticed the flora. I was kind of wondering what some of it was, but all the sign tells me is that I — and every other human on the planet — am destroying it.)

Because, in the course of raising four children, I have read a lot of children’s books, I am attuned to the tone of infant literature, and I notice that the same people who write these books seem to have an evening job working on educational signs. And yet, I never see children under five reading them (which possibly may have something to do with most children under five being unable to read).

Children are smart, preferring to ignore the educational signs and instead, learn from the world around them. Bold Innocence by Steve Henderson

No, generally it’s people like me — women between the age of 35 and 60 — we probably own e-readers because we read all the time, anything and everything, even the newspaper classifieds — who fall for these things. And if the municipal and state and federal monies that go into creating them were spent to hire people like us, there would be something worth reading — actual information, for example.

But what there is, is “educational” — “It’s cool down at the tide pool. Flex your abs and check out the crabs! But make sure you don’t touch — because that’s too much!”

After reading this, and following arrows that point to a highlighted box filled with grinning fish, I know nothing about crabs, the location of tide pools, or specifically what lives in the large body of salt water in front of me, but I do know that somehow, I am destroying it.

Is this what it means to “educate” people?

I will stubbornly remain wallowing in my ignorance, entertaining my intellect with prose written beyond the 7th grade level, incorporating a mufti-syllabic word or two, imparting actual information with names and dates and descriptive thoughts and stuff like that.

I also know that I’ll continue to gravitate toward these signs, in the optimistic hope that one day I will find one that actually says something, along the lines of describing poison ivy, what it does, why I want to keep away from it, and — this part’s crucial — accompanying the verbal description with a recognizable illustration or photo of the plant.

Doesn’t that sound educational to you?

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About This Woman Writes

Carolyn Henderson is the marketing manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art. In addition to her This Woman Writes blog, Carolyn writes a regular art column for FineArtNews, an online newsletter for artists and art collectors.
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4 Responses to Please Stop Educating Me — I Want to Learn Something

  1. oldswimmer says:

    Take a point and shoot camera with autofocus and take a picture of those signs, Carolyn. They are there for your “enjoyment” later– meantime notice the smell, feel, sound, taste, and visuals and let them teach you something. 🙂 I’m not a reader of signs except to notice that they are there. If I want to know what I have experienced first hand, I can always go back and find the sign photo. (Truly, I have pictures of signs of Itasca, source of the Mississippi, of Wounded Knee, and of Kamehameha and of Mt. Rushmore. Just the sign, actually…and maybe closeups of the weeds. 🙂

  2. cabinart says:

    I too am a reader of signs. We are at the Rogue River in Oregon as I type. In the signs I read today, he typo “Artic” (over and over and over) and the misplaced apostrophes caused the signs to have a credibility problem with me.

    National Parks are The Worst for spending 50% of the signage on warnings and prohibitions and chastisements for one’s humanity.

    I’ve never seen them written in the manner you described – what a waste of money, but good for a laugh.

    Susan, great idea about photographing them to read later!

    • I remember Bryce National Park as being the naggiest place as far as signs go. Don’t park here, don’t do that, and make sure you don’t get hit by lightning. Whoever wrote them seemed to be in a bad, bad mood.

      “Artic” huh? Anything about the Anartic?

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