Chapter One- I Get It, I Love It, I Want It, Where is It?

This chapter kind of ignited a spark in my soul. I was one of those students that struggled throughout my school career. I had good years and bad years. I changed schools all through the Elementary years. I can only recall two projects that I enjoyed from the many schools I attended. One was in sixth grade: we were allowed to design a game. I was intensely involved in this project. The game was made during a study of geometry. I spent many days on this project. The part of the project that interested me most was drawing a map. I designed a hexagonal graph paper map. For some reason the hexagonal shapes were very appealing to me. I lived a very chaotic life, and any activity that brought a sense of order into my life had a strong magnetic pull to me. The other project was in eighth grade. I was introduced to play writing. I think it had the "in order" appeal, too. Plays have a specific structure to them. The play I wrote had a western theme. It was kind of silly, but the play was about a gang that tried to take over a town. The silly part was that they didn't use guns, they had bags of rice and would flick spoonfuls of rice at their victims. The play title was "The Spoon Gang". I know it sounds very strange, but again for some reason, I was intensely involved in this project.
So my question is, how come I can only recall these two events? How come I don't like to talk about the numerous mindless hours of time in classrooms listening to lectures and practicing rote-memorization? And more importantly, how can I make sure I provide the opportunities for discovering passions for my own students?