For me, this would have been in 8th grade
, in history class. My teacher, who was truly a horrible teacher
, assigned us a project on colonial America
. Part of the project, which was spelled out very clearly in the product descriptor
that she gave us, said that we had to determine which were the 5 largest cities in America
, and 1790
. Try looking for this exact figures on this information, it isn't easy to find. It wasn't easy for me, at the time, either. I spent hours in both the school and the city library
searching for these elusive
The night before the project was due, I still had nothing except the approximate population of Philadelphia in 1790. I complained of my plight to my mom, who had always encourged me to take school seriously.
"Well," she said, "just make them up. [Your teacher] won't care."
I guess it was then, that I realized that sometimes, in fact quite often, the stuff that teachers give you is pointless, absurd crap. This feeling was reinforced when I actually handed in my project, and got it back two weeks later, to see my grade of....(drumroll please) 121. Yes, that's right, one hundred twenty-one. Out of a hundred. And I didn't even do all the stuff the teacher asked for. The scary thing is, that wasn't the highest grade in the class. The highest was 152. Also out of a hundred.
Yes, it was about then that I realize you must take everything about school with a grain of salt. After all, half the stuff they teach you is wrong, and the other half you'll never use.