When I was 6, I was once deeply gutted by the realization that I'd never know the inner life of a class bully. This was a core theory-of-mind moment, when it dawned on me that I'd *never* be able to see the world the way anyone else saw it.
Oh, later on I'd sometimes try to "be understood", as silly humans do--but I'd always come back to that early lesson, that we all live with "self-evident" truths others can never know as we know them.
Good lesson, if tough.
So thank you Robert--ya stinker!
Ooooooh, you gave me an idea for a poem! I think I need to write a few choice words about my class bully. His name was Lazlo, so I already have a title. 😡 😂
🤣 I was too innocent to think of that at the time of the bullying, but if I ever see him again, you know I won't be afraid to let him have it!!!
As a wee sprog, I tried to insist on being called Margaret, with all the syllables, so the kids very logically called me by proximate words with three syllables. I was "Margarine" and "Cigarette" for a year.
Still better than the Grade 4 teacher who would shout "Hey, Shrimp!" down the hall, at the little 2nd-grader going upstairs to take math with the 6th-graders, though!
🙃 Elementary was a trip, eh?
Omg, "Cigarette" though! Holy... smokes, I guess. 😁 My name was a nightmare at my anglophone school. I couldn't possibly recount the horror of the rhymes and how they evolved over time... 😂
It must have been tough to be the little one in the big kids' math class. Some of them would have been quite jealous, I'm sure. This is quite outside the realm of my own experience, but I did miraculously give birth to a mathematically gifted child, so I know things are better for kids today.
AH YES, the miracle mathematics birth! 😂
That's when the Angel Pythagoras came down and said, "Fear not, Lise, for thou hast found favour with (Kurt) Göd(el)", right? 😉
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😂 Me not so sure about it, because math: