The times we are wrong
If I were to think about how many times a day I was wrong about something, I would probably be bummed about it. I am wrong about little things (like which line to stand in to check out at the grocery store) and medium-sized things (like wearing heels on a day when I am in several walking meetings). I try really hard not to be wrong about the big stuff, but that happens, too.
The thing about being wrong is that I am upset about it in the moment (I mean, who isn’t?) but I try to remind myself to learn the lesson from it so that I don’t repeat the mistake. That is just one part of the joy of being wrong.
Thinking back through my own academic life, I was a mostly A and B student. There were a few classes that I sailed through – no challenge at all. And there were a few classes that I worked really hard in to maintain good grades: Those are the ones that I remember the most.
While all of this makes sense, it is hard to take in when we think about our own child’s academic success. I want my son to learn and grow and be challenged, and I also want him to do his best.
What classes did you take as a student that were too easy? Tell me in the comments.