The Best Teacher I Ever Had

~This is a brief story that we read in my English class. I loved it so much that I decided to upload it onto this web-site, and later to translate it into Hebrew.~

Mr. Whitson taught sixth-grade science. On the first day of our class, he gave us a lecture about a creature called the cattywampus, an ill-adapted nocturnal animal that was wiped out furing 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 answeres. 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 cattywampus. There had never been any such animal. The information in our note was, therefore, incorrect. Did we expact 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 our, Mr Whitson said. After all, at the very 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 colour of its fur and any number of other facts he couldn't have known. He had given the animal a ridiculous name, and we all 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 infallible. 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 were wrong.

Every class was an advanture with Mr Whitson. I can still remember some science periods almost from beginning to end. One day he told us that his Volswagen was a living organsim. 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 foritiude 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 crisis in our school, it will be Mr Whitson. I haven't made any great scientific discoveries, but Mr Whitson's class gace me and my calssmates 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 have fun doing it.

Not everyone sees the value in this. I once told an elementary school teacher about Mr Whitson. The teacer was appalled. "He shouldn't have tricked you like that," he said. I look that teacher right in the eye and told him he was wrong.