I had a good class with the doctors last week. We did a unit on crime, and I made them solve a murder mystery that I wrote myself. I was sort of proud of it - mysteries aren’t easy to write, even when you’re not feeling even the slightest bit hindered by plausibility. I told them the victim’s name, time of death, and location of discovery, then gave them a list of six suspects, their possible motives, and the last time they’d been seen with the victim. They got to ask me five questions before breaking up into groups and discussing. After a few minutes, they had more questions, and gradually they built up their cases. They solved it, too, which sort of amazed me, given how absurd my storyline was. The key to it was the odd properties of the poison used and the fact that there was only one store in the country that sold chocolate. I may do a trial with them next week to see how their arrest holds up in court.
Anyway, I was underprepared and found myself with about twenty minutes to tap dance, and that ended in a free-wheeling discussion that landed on role models. They described a good role model as a “successful man.” I asked what that was, and they gave me the usual laundry list - money, happiness, family, good works, etc. Then one of the shyer guys raised his hand and said softly, “I think that if you can live in this world, you are successful.” So put that on repeat in your head if you’re ever worried that you’re going under.
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