To being in school - for love of education

When I was studying, all I ever wanted to do was get out of school, get away from exams, home work..and I always wondered why I was so bothered by school stuff. But thankfully for me, my mother subtly instilled stuff into me that put a Master's degree as a minimum requirement before I really thought about work. So though I cribbed and cried, I knew I had to have atleast a Master's in hand. Now having said that, it was during my Master's..somewhere during this period that I really started enjoying the process of learning. But I guess I was so used to being pissed with studies that I never really realised that I had started to enjoy educating myself. Now I am at a point where my teacher writes an occasional mail to me, on every important step of my life..asking me how I am, and how she really thinks that I am a gifted student. And I can't help but wonder if I made a hasty choice rushing out of school..Something about me that my teacher can see and I cannot. Something about school that workplace can never have. Something about education that is absent in the process of money making. Some cleanliness about learning that is messed up in the world of application of that knowledge. Some joy in sowing that is missing in reaping.