Best Teacher I Ever Had
by David Owen
Extracted from Reader's Digest (Asian Edition), April 1991, pp. 47-48.
Mr. Whitson taught sixth-grade science. On the first day of class, he
gave us a lecture about a creature called the cattywampus, an
ill-adapted nocturnal animal that was wiped out during 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 answers. 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
the cattywampus. There had never been any such animal. The information
in our notes was, therefore, incorrect. Did we expect 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 out, Mr. Whitson said. After all, at the every
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 color of its fur and any number
of other facts he couldn't have known. He had given the animal a
ridiculous name, and we 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 infallable. 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 was wrong.
Every class was an adventure with Mr. Whitson. I can still remember some
science periods almost from beginning to end. On day he told us that his
Volkswagon was a living organism. 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 fortitude 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 problems in our schools,
it will be Mr. Whitson. I haven't made any great scientific discoveries,
but Mr. Whitson's class gave me and my classmates 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 fun doing it.
Not everyone sees the value in this. I once told an elementary school
teacher about Mr. Whitson. The teacher was appalled. "He shouldn't have
tricked you like that," he said. I looked that teacher right in the eye
and told him that he was wrong.
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