I was running late for my English class. Because of the low amount of sleep I got the night before, I was rushing through the city tech halls like a slug. I came into English class waiting for someone to start something with me, I was unbearably grumpy. The blinding ceiling lights prevented me from falling asleep, so I quickly lost hope in that opportunity. Since my eyes were practically being forced open, I thought I might as well pay attention to whatever we were talking about. We were discussing the article the class had to read for homework, the same one I slaved away for until 2 am. While my classmates were answering the questions professor Scanlan asked, I couldn’t believe the professor was accepting the answers they were providing. Internally, I was calling their answers idiotic, and I genuinely felt like they shouldn’t have had a take on the discussion. I thought my professor secretly agreed with me until he AGREED with somebody else’s point. I was panicking, I thought my pov on the article was the only right answer to it, no matter, it was only one other point of view, there’s no way there another perspective can be found, mine is still the better point. My confidence was shattering once professor Scanlan validated someone ELSE’S perspective. My world was coming to an end, and I started questioning my entire thought process, but while he was explaining his joy in hearing other perspectives on things, he said “one thing I love about perspectives, is that nobody’s perspective can ever be truly wrong”. I was wondering to myself whether that’s truly possible or not, but then surprisingly, I came to a realization, that I can be wrong too.
Professor Scanlan and the rest of the class were discussing the Billy Rahmani article we had to read for homework last night. Since I decided to have the work ethic of an average college student, I was up until 2 am reading that article, resulting in my bad attitude during class, my drowsiness was to blame. Trying to sleep was a lost cause due to the lighting of my class, curse those damn ceiling lights. With no other options present, I decided to listen to the group discussion, and I quickly regretted making that decision. Based on a few girls’ answers, I thought that I was the only person that had valid points to make, but I was QUICKLY mistaken once my professor ended up validating and agreeing with their points. I was questioning myself frantically, but once the professor said “one thing I love about perspectives, is that nobody’s perspective can ever be truly wrong”, I realized I relate to Billy Rahmani a lot more than I thought because we both realized in an instant that there’s such thing as other perspectives, and being wrong.
