|Not always as they seem|
“I perceive,” said the student at the front, trying as usual
to mask his cluelessness with a false air of confidence,
“that from the position of the item and the length
of the tray that – ouch!” he suddenly started,
the residual static shocking him when he touched
its cool blended metal surface, soliciting a rumble of laughter.
After gaining composure, he continued: “it’s clearly indicated
that as he was preparing the item, it jammed.”
“So what did you learn?” the teacher asked, seizing
the opportunity to create a lesson out of the chaos.
“Well it seems to me,” the class clown interrupted,
her unusually quiet presence suddenly acknowledged
by those in close proximity, “I mean I think the moral here,”
she chided, building confidence as the thought solidified,
“is that it’s extremely important to maintain your equipment.”
The teacher stiffened as laughter again exploded (it was a fitting remark,
as the teacher was forever preaching the importance of maintaining equipment).
“The role of the item has been blown way out proportion here!” he boomed,
squelching the disruption as immediately as it had started.
Turning around to face the scene, he enumerated the reasons for the incident.
“As it is plain to see, simple yet significant awareness would have
prevented this situation."
The students rolled their eyes and begrudgingly returned to their seats.
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