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Sep. 28th, 2004 11:40 pmShe waved her hands around like a mad Italian as she explained to her comrade how frustrating her teachers had been. They failed to actually 'teach' you anything, they would rather sit back and watch you wrestle with expressing your concept.
"I don't get it!" She said. "They're supposed to be there teaching you how to do stuff, but they don't!"
"It's kinda like they're throwing you in a lake and saying, 'okay, swim!'"
"Yeah! That's exactly how it is! And all I want them to do is tell me how to fix it! What do I need to do to fix it? Just tell me already, just tell me how to fix it!"
In that moment her hands quieted, and she realized what she had said. A silent epiphany. She realized that noone was going to tell her how to fix her problems, that they could only give suggestions, and that she had to fix them herself. Noone can fix your mistakes for you. You just have to jump in, feet first, ready to swim.
"I don't get it!" She said. "They're supposed to be there teaching you how to do stuff, but they don't!"
"It's kinda like they're throwing you in a lake and saying, 'okay, swim!'"
"Yeah! That's exactly how it is! And all I want them to do is tell me how to fix it! What do I need to do to fix it? Just tell me already, just tell me how to fix it!"
In that moment her hands quieted, and she realized what she had said. A silent epiphany. She realized that noone was going to tell her how to fix her problems, that they could only give suggestions, and that she had to fix them herself. Noone can fix your mistakes for you. You just have to jump in, feet first, ready to swim.
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Date: 2004-09-29 10:05 am (UTC)I know a Ukranian who waves his hands about more than any mad Italians...