There was an old one-room school in a town far from much of modern civilization.
Students had been taught there for hundreds of years without fail and with each year, century, and decade, they were taught the exact same curriculum.
Children were brought there to be educated a few years after they were able to talk a few sentences and write.
The school did not so much teach the traditional academic disciplines, the children taught themselves these things.
Reading, writing, arithmetic, and history were all taught to these children by their parents, uncles, cousins, older siblings, and employers; the one’s who had the actual responsibility to teach these children.
What the students were taught at this school was something no one else could teach them, teacher or otherwise. Something that they were able to teach themselves.
A supervisor came to the school one day to study how this school operated differently from others, but mainly the purpose of their visit was to see what made the school so successful in educating students without teaching core subjects.
During the lunch break, the supervisor sat down with a child sitting by themself.
They asked the student what they were being taught here exactly.
The student responded that they were being taught how to learn.