When I was in highschool, I had a teacher who would require us to take down notes on EVERYTHING he says. Yes, word by word. He will start the lecture with a prayer (that is far from spiritual) as he ask us to bow down and close our eyes. A prayer that is more of a recited poem, enunciated with boredom.
Afterwards, you would hear the hurried rustling of papers as my classmates would start turning pages of their notebook – looking for a blank page where they can start mapping and drafting every word our teacher has to say.
“This is how you will be graded,” he said on the first day we met him. “Pass my exams and on your notebooks, write down everything I will say in class.”
Did I ask why? Did I ask him what purpose it will serve us? No. I simply followed him. And it was not easy.. mostly on those days he had too much to say and too little time to slow down. But I persisted and patiently listened. My fingers all numb and tired but I didnt even dare to ask him why.
And so, I passed all his exams and showed him my notebook, with pages filled down up to the last one.
“This is not good enough.” He said after scanning page after page.
Did I ask him why? This time I did.
And he plainly said he doesnt like my handwriting.
He then gave me a low grade after doing everything he had said I need to do.
I felt betrayed.
Have you ever felt that?
Doing everything you can, only to be pushed down and told you’re not good enough? All because of my freakin handwriting? All because of reasons that are hard to understand? All because of reasons that are not even valid in the eyes of the universe? Isnt it whats importantly is that you did it, wholeheartedly, without hesitations and without even asking why?
Some reasonings are just shamefully twisted.