Another week, another class with a teacher I'm not sure I'm going to survive.
Well, more than likely I'm going to survive. Having a teacher that wants you to do hard things will not in fact kill you.
This "teacher," feels that it is good to draw us out of our comfort zone.
He asks impossible questions.
Questions that our personal.
I explained to him after class that frankly the answers to the questions were, "None of his business." I really did say this I was a little upset with him.
So, the thing is the teacher is from Belgium. He is one of those super intelligent people. He has broken through the ceiling several times over his life. So in his, ever to be, not so humble opinion, there is no reason that we should not break through our own ceilings.
But I like my ceiling. It is a very well constructed ceiling, it is perfect, and just exactly where I want it to be.
Why should I break my perfect ceiling?
According to "him," because that is when we grow the most. He wants us to leave his class better people than when we started.
I'm perfectly aware that we grow in the moments that we step out of our boxes. Over the past several years I have ventured outside of my self set limits several times. It was hard.. VERY HARD... and yah, I grew in my experiences.
The problem is I was always the one who did the venturing. I decided how far to step out of my box, and when it was time to step out of said box.
NO ONE told me to step out of my box. Wait, no one REQUIRED me to step out of my box. I set the rules.
I have a tiny little rebellious streak.
It is funny, a few weeks ago I would have told you that my rebellion was because I wanted to live life on my own terms. Now I know that the reasons for my rebellion goes a little deeper than that.
I now know that I rebel because I believe that what is wanted from me is too hard. In fact, it is so hard that I will never be able to live up to the expectation.
Then the person who is requiring me to do this incredibly hard thing will reject me. It is much easier to be a rebellious stink and reject the requirement before I can be rejected. I set up my own emergency exit.
Wow, look at that the real reason I am a rebellious stink. Because I am afraid!
Which is really why I don't like this teacher, because he keeps requiring me to do things that make me shake, cringe, and look for the emergency exit.
The assignment this week is to bring three items from home that represent who I am. His comment you can take this assignment as deep as you want. Meaning, we can totally play it safe and bring three items that are superficial or we can bring items that really mean something.
Really? Really?
So what do you think, do I go superficial and reject his evil plan to improve me, or do I take the hard road? Also, what is one item you would bring?
Well, more than likely I'm going to survive. Having a teacher that wants you to do hard things will not in fact kill you.
This "teacher," feels that it is good to draw us out of our comfort zone.
He asks impossible questions.
Questions that our personal.
I explained to him after class that frankly the answers to the questions were, "None of his business." I really did say this I was a little upset with him.
So, the thing is the teacher is from Belgium. He is one of those super intelligent people. He has broken through the ceiling several times over his life. So in his, ever to be, not so humble opinion, there is no reason that we should not break through our own ceilings.
But I like my ceiling. It is a very well constructed ceiling, it is perfect, and just exactly where I want it to be.
Why should I break my perfect ceiling?
According to "him," because that is when we grow the most. He wants us to leave his class better people than when we started.
I'm perfectly aware that we grow in the moments that we step out of our boxes. Over the past several years I have ventured outside of my self set limits several times. It was hard.. VERY HARD... and yah, I grew in my experiences.
The problem is I was always the one who did the venturing. I decided how far to step out of my box, and when it was time to step out of said box.
NO ONE told me to step out of my box. Wait, no one REQUIRED me to step out of my box. I set the rules.
I have a tiny little rebellious streak.
It is funny, a few weeks ago I would have told you that my rebellion was because I wanted to live life on my own terms. Now I know that the reasons for my rebellion goes a little deeper than that.
I now know that I rebel because I believe that what is wanted from me is too hard. In fact, it is so hard that I will never be able to live up to the expectation.
Then the person who is requiring me to do this incredibly hard thing will reject me. It is much easier to be a rebellious stink and reject the requirement before I can be rejected. I set up my own emergency exit.
Wow, look at that the real reason I am a rebellious stink. Because I am afraid!
Which is really why I don't like this teacher, because he keeps requiring me to do things that make me shake, cringe, and look for the emergency exit.
The assignment this week is to bring three items from home that represent who I am. His comment you can take this assignment as deep as you want. Meaning, we can totally play it safe and bring three items that are superficial or we can bring items that really mean something.
Really? Really?
So what do you think, do I go superficial and reject his evil plan to improve me, or do I take the hard road? Also, what is one item you would bring?
Comments
I'm not sure what I'd bring to represent myself. It really is a hard one.
I've thought it over, and I think I'd first take a picture of my family (especially Russ), because I'm a much better and different person because of them. Secondly, chocolates because overall I'm fairly sweet (no really, I am... stop laughing!!!), but there's a crud load of nutty and a little bitter in me as well.... and sometimes, I'm just plain nasty (in the disgusting -- who eats marzipan, anyway?-- kind of way, not the 'adults only' kind of way.)
I haven't thought of a third yet. Maybe salt, but that's two foody things so I'm not setteled on salt yet.