Nice little parable
Go well
Reader's Digest (Asian Edition), April 1991, pp. 47-48.
Mr. Whitson taught sixth-grade science. On the first day of class, he
gave us a lecture about a creature called the cattywampus, an
ill-adapted nocturnal animal that was wiped out during the Ice Age. He
passed around a skull as he talked. We all took notes and later had a
quiz.
When he returned my paper, I was shocked. There was a big red X
through each of my answers. I had failed. There had to be some
mistake! I had written down exactly what Mr. Whitson said. Then I
realized that everyone in the class had failed. What had happened?
Very simple, Mr. Whitson explained. He had made up all the stuff about
the cattywampus. There had never been any such animal. The information
in our notes was, therefore, incorrect. Did we expect credit for
incorrect answers?
Needless to say, we were outraged. What kind of test was this? And
what kind of teacher?
We should have figured it out, Mr. Whitson said. After all, at the
every moment he was passing around the cattywampus skull (in truth, a
cat's), hadn't he been telling us that no trace of the animal
remained? He had described its amazing night vision, the color of its
fur and any number of other facts he couldn't have known. He had given
the animal a ridiculous name, and we still hadn't been suspicious. The
zeroes on our papers would be recorded in his grade book, he said. And
they were.
Mr. Whitson said he hoped we would learn something from this
experience. Teachers and textbooks are not infallable. In fact, no one
is. He told us not to let our minds go to sleep, and to speak up if we
ever thought he or the textbook was wrong.
Every class was an adventure with Mr. Whitson. I can still remember
some science periods almost from beginning to end. On day he told us
that his Volkswagon was a living organism. It took us two full days to
put together a refutation he would accept. He didn't let us off the
hook until we had proved not only that we knew what an organism was
but also that we had the fortitude to stand up for the truth.
We carried our brand-new skepticism into all our classes. This caused
problems for the other teachers, who weren't used to being challenged.
Our history teacher would be lecturing about something, and then there
would be clearings of the throat and someone would say
'cattywampus.'
If I'm ever asked to propose a solution to the problems in our
schools, it will be Mr. Whitson. I haven't made any great scientific
discoveries, but Mr. Whitson's class gave me and my classmates
something just as important: the courage to look people in the eye and
tell them they are wrong. He also showed us that you can fun doing it.
Not everyone sees the value in this. I once told an elementary school
teacher about Mr. Whitson. The teacher was appalled. "He shouldn't
have tricked you like that," he said. I looked that teacher right in
the eye and told him that he was wrong.
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