Go the distance, when you accept a task, finish it!
Son, you can be anything you want to be when you grow up...
...except maybe pope.
Michelle Heath wrote: At that point shy little me stood up and shocked the class by asking how my opinion could be wrong.
Michelle Heath wrote:
In high school a had a particularly droll monotone English teacher ask us to interpret an Emily Dickenson poem and tell in our opinion what it meant. So I proudly got up and said something about it being a metaphor for the depression and darkness in her life (or something along those lines. Remember this was 30+ years ago) and the teacher said I was wrong. At that point shy little me stood up and shocked the class by asking how my opinion could be wrong. I avoided taking that teacher's classes when he served as an adjunct college professor and I've never cared for Dickenson since.