When I was eighteen, I had a chance to get acquainted with, or rather, to be close friends with, a philosopher. He asked me to work part time as an English teacher for the cramming school that he worked for. There were, he said, not enough teachers to run properly all the classes. As it turned out, it was not too much to say that around that time, it was only him that ran the classes. He was 神ってた。Oh, this diary is supposed to be in English. He was divinely industrious and superhumanly able. But as he was of course humanity, he needed some rest. That's why he turned to me. And I said yes: I got into his apprenticeship to be an English teacher.
But he didn't teach me anything to be one. In fact, he just showed (and this is what an apprenticeship ought to be!) what to speak in class and how to teach it and to make communication with the students. What he did teach me was what it is to study, what it is to do philosophy. There are many philosophers who conduct their research by picking out one philospher and reading most of thier works. This enbales you, I am told, to think like your favorite philosopher. And this is enormously helpful. He was one of those philosophers. He told me the experience of that way of studying.