My freshman history class in high school was my first taste of college. My teacher was a great guy, but he lectured at us instead of speaking to us or with us. I can’t say he’d remember my name or that he even knew any of his student’s names for that matter, but I knew it was a high school course after receiving good grades for simply paying attention and completing required assignments. During one of his lectures, he gave very detailed stories that I can still recall to this day, I remember him describing early Rome. He told us that none of the women were educated, but were rather stuck with child and household duties, while men were all educated by their fathers. My teacher asked the class why this was a good concept. No one said anything, and it appeared as if no one had an answer. However, I did, but I wasn’t sure if it was right. My twisted optimistic self thought, “well half the population is educated!” That had to be a good thing; it’s better than none, right? My teacher looked around for an answer or a hand and asked the question again. Still, no one said anything, until I quietly murmured my response. My teacher quickly looked at me and said, “exactly!” All relief poured through me instantly as I realized my optimism pulled through.
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Perception
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Feel the Pain
I remember a few years ago running by my high school with the guys from my mid-distance team when an old man came running from the opposite way. We both gave each other an understood nod that said, “yes we’re both running,” and we had that in common. This was a usual gesture that people use in passing particularly when you don't know the person. It was when he spoke to me though that he broke the barrier of normality. Out of breath, he shortly said, “doesn’t pain feel good?” I probably smiled and politely said yes and continued on my run only to laugh about it once he turned the corner. Now that I recall that memory though, I can’t say I do enjoy pain. I enjoy the challenge. Pain is a part of the challenge that I must overcome to achieve a result or a destined goal.