Day 112: Arguing with a fool makes it two 

To share or not to share

SilverGhoster and his classmates are weird. Period. For students getting an. MBA degree, especially in Educational Leadership, they seem to be a little immature in certain aspects. I remember having a similar conversation with GardenMan and his Senior, but these were u degrade kids in their second year. Not experienced professionals pursuing a professional degree, and heading off to lead institutions.

The bone of contention? Class notes, should one share them or not. I have always related to the concept of Open Source over proprietary software even when working. I believe that knowledge should be out in the open, available for those capable to make the most of it. And by reading the notes that you took in a class, if another is able to score more marks than you, what does it truly say about your preparation?

I take my notes online, on a OneNote, and the notebooks are shared with my classmates; well, both of them. At the end of the first semester, they themselves realized that using another’s to study us only so effective, and it’s more beneficial to take your own notes. Even now A uses my notes online but as a guide for last minute preparation.

It reinforces my thought, that when you put all your cards out there, people realize that their own limitations would stop them from making the most out of what you shared. And you eventually come out being the smarter one. Because we all know that when you argue with a fool, that automatically makes it two.

It is also well known that the one that doesn’t share his bread with the doggo is the fool. So, can you? Now please?” Scotch 

Day 25: Of misunderstandings and not learning 

The day started with a huge brawl with the class teacher. A series of misunderstandings led to the argument and she eventually commented, ‘You don’t have to teach me right from wrong. I’m not here to learn from you!’. Stern words coming from a teacher.

It got me thinking, do we ever stop learning. Every time I go to the Special school, I learn something new. And those kids are not even average intelligence. So, when do we become so arrogant in our intelligence that we refuse to learn from others. I have been wrong to judge people in the past and am learning, very slowly nonetheless, to accept my mistakes. But in this case, I am confident that the teacher was in the wrong. And yet, her role as the teacher, and mine as the student, automatically shut her doors to correction.

As teachers, shouldn’t we be open to be lifelong learners? If we are in the profession of teaching, shouldn’t we be learning something every day? The milk man, the street vendor, the local urchin all have some valuable to teach us. Should we be so haughty as to shut our ears and minds to what they have to say?

May have just been a bad day at home, S. And the most obvious thing would have been to shove her monkey onto your back. 

Just tell her to bake something and add an extra dash of chocolate. Always works, I hear!” Scotch