Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is
in a quandary. A rare incident occurred today, an incident which she has not
encountered in most of her years of teaching. In fact, she cannot recall
another such incident, though one has most likely reared its ugly head at some
other point in her career.
It all started with
Venus. Just a brief overview of Venus, in the textbook, comparing its size and
atmosphere to Earth. A pupil raised his hand. Inquiring minds want to know, you
see.
“Isn’t that where
humans can most likely survive? On Venus’s moons?”
“Oh. Well. Do you think? Is it? I thought it was more likely on a moon
of Jupiter. Europa, isn’t it? Where human life has the best resources to survive?”
“Oh, yeah. Europa.
That’s it.”
“And Europa is not a
moon of Venus. I’m pretty sure it’s Jupiter.”
“Yeah. I think so.”
Here’s the thing.
Venus has no moons. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Not a single one. So why would a kid ask
me if we could live on a moon of Venus? Especially a smart kid. There are two
possibilities. The kid is smart in things other than the solar system. Or the
kid is trying to catch me in a web of misinformation to make a fool of me. Let
the record show that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has no trouble making a fool of herself
on her own, without assistance from students.
What a quandary. I
could shout, “Venus has no moons! What are you talking about?” Or even, “I
don’t think Venus has any moons. Let’s look it up.” Either way, I am shooting
down the efforts of a kid who asked, in front of the class, for further
knowledge. Not that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is a protector of special snowflakes and
elusive unicorns. But she does not see a need to embarrass a pupil who is not
acting the fool to draw attention to himself.
On the other hand, if
a pupil is trying to see if Mrs. HM is a b-s-er, not really knowledgeable in
her subject matter, she wants to prove that she is. Knowledgeable, that is. Not
a b-s-er. Let the record show that this kid, and another good egg who sits
nearby, had been cutting eyes at each other during the lesson. Nothing that was
disruptful, nothing that was disrespectful. Something that might have been a
private joke. Or a plot to entrap Mrs. HM in the web of misinformation!
So…Mrs. Hillbilly Mom
tried to lead the question to Jupiter in a manner that was not overbearing,
without ridiculing the asker.
I’m sure they were
pranking me. But you can’t be too careful these days.
2 comments:
Those little rascals. Their efforts to trip us up are so precious and so laughable.
Sioux,
Well. I don't know about "precious"...
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