Several times now I’ve done a double take when some student recounts being “yelled at” by a teacher. . .only to realize that for them, “being yelled at” is “being reprimanded in a disapproving tone of voice”. I guess it’s because teachers aren’t expected to be disapproving, so any for of disapprovement is magnified. I would count it as merely a colloquial figure of speech, but apparently myself and another student got yelled at last yesterday afternoon, and I didn’t know it on account of I didn’t feel yelled at. (Our bio teacher was reminding us we couldn’t be at the same question display [we have to identify different things on plastic models of organs]. I took it as nothing more than a cautionary reminder, and didn’t think much of it. After I finished the test he apologized to me and said he wasn’t trying to insinuate I was cheating. I didn’t realize at the time how much more strongly the other student had taken it.)
In other entirely random and tired thoughts, this morning I thought that it would be cool if God taught school. Which, okay, maybe that’s a no-duh, but when you are sitting there in class trying to connect the dots between physics, biology and PT, you find yourself wishing that it was all just one class taught by someone who knew everything. Then you realize that (a) no one in their right mind is going to get a degree in both physics AND biology AND physical therapy and (b) there is only one who knows everything. But since God does NOT make rules about no cell phones or texting in class and no horsing around, we generally spend a lot of time ignoring Him and not learning. Bummer.
A more sobering piece of randomitis is this. Ethics committees can talk themselves into windblown circles all they want; in the real world, it often feels that there are NO right answers, not even if the answers are sanctioned by ethic committees.