In high school physics class, I did a paper on the theory of relativity. I didn’t choose the subject. It was a random distribution of topics, and I was lucky enough to get the theory of relativity. I did the research, I typed up the words and wrote sentences and paragraphs, and I prepared and delivered a presentation. Did I understand anything about the theory of relativity? No. I didn’t understand it then. I don’t understand it now.
After our stand-in-front-of-the-class presentations, the teacher asked each student a series of questions. So I read what I’d prepared for my report, and he asked me question #1, which I don’t recall at all. I spoke some words, because I was aware that words were required under such circumstances. But I knew, and he knew, I had almost no real understanding of the subject matter. I finished speaking and looked at him, and he looked at me with something like a blank look on his face. He said, ‘okay’, and there was a pause, and he moved on to the next presentation.
It’s called mercy.
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Haha, love that ending. I think you are correct.
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I remember feeling grateful and relieved. Thanks!
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I understand this too well. In High School, I (we all) had to pretend to be a radio station personality, our station was an actual record player. I was not comfortable standing in front of the class doing this!
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I wouldn’t have liked that either. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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Your welcome! I should have stood my ground and said nope! I’m still shy like that…
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You do your talking through your photos!
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Thanks so much! 😎👍🏻
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Oh, my! Mercy is right. Holy cats! I would have been in the same boat as you.
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Yeah, I just went back to my seat and did some kind of internal ‘phew’.
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I think we’ve all been in that situation 😕
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I think so.
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It sounds like you made a good effort, and your teacher recognized that.
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Maybe….
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You did well to carry that off😂
I didn’t realise you were clover and ivy, but I follow that as well😊
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Thanks, and yes. I think I follow you there too.
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Yep..brings back memories of me as a kid in my class.
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That’s good to hear. Thanks.
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Thank you.
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We need such teachers.
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Yes, we do.
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Good One.
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Thank you!
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I had a philosophy teacher…I took the class because it fit my schedule well and met a requirement. It was a level 300 class on Descartes and whatnot, 17th and 18th century. I was so damn lost. I tried. Wrote papers, asked questions, showed up to class. He’d mark the shit out of my papers with red ink then give me a B-. Mercy indeed.
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Oh, that’s mercy, for sure. I had a similar experience and got a C, for which I was so incredibly grateful.
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