Prejudiced

How shall I plead my cause, when you, my judge,
Already have condemned me?

All for Love, I, II; John Dryden

I believe our teachers have turned us into moaning-Cleopatras when it comes to being interactive in the class. On one side do they whine about our unresponsiveness, and on the other side will they never expect a slight compromise with their alpha role in the heard. This is repression and, as Achebe says about Conrad, may be interesting to psychologists.

This all starts with a question, as it did in this heuristic case, and you’re supposed to know then answer. The manner in which the question is put is sneering, disgusted (as the teacher pretends to be with the class), condescending, and the teacher tries to give this to you as a passing reference (though it IS obvious (s)he has spent twenty minutes in devising the manner in which an impression can be made in optimized manner.)

In my case I did not answer the question. The question was silly and shouldn’t have been asked, being too subjetive and of such nature that once asked both the question and the answer lost their relevance and put a barricade to thoughts.

I found out that she wanted a response and I was the only student to have provided her with– she wanted to prove us dumb, I supplied her with it, because only I knew the answer well (speaking literally).