I had a really scary lecturer at university once. She was the sort of woman who had the sort of reputation that preceded her; I expect half of the academics in the department were frightened of her too. One of the things that always got me was you could never quite be sure who she was looking at, who would be the next victim of her incisive questioning.
I was that person rather too often for my liking. Then, as now, I had a tendency to make sweeping statements, to activate my mouth before my brain, and she was never prepared to let one get past her. Her favourite comment was, ‘now, let’s unpack that statement,’ and I would have to explain myself. In detail. With appropriate evidence. It was a pain in the behind.
That said, without her, I wouldn’t have done as well as I did, and I…
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