Reposted from my facebook wall. Read the original post here.
I think I was in seventh grade and there was a teacher who signed his middle initial in small letters (kinda like “A. b. Cdef“). Naturally curious, I asked him “Sir, why do you sign your name like that?”
The reply? He slapped me real hard in the full view of the class and said “How dare you question me on my personal things?”
I’m still befuddled as to why he reacted that way. I was shameless/incorrigible enough to continue asking questions, but it was such an “un-teacherly” thing to do. Teachers are supposed to satiate and encourage curiosity, this one very nearly killed mine. I have zero respect for that particular teacher. Over the years I’ve been lucky in getting mentors and teachers who took time to answer even the most idiotic/naivest of queries I put forth and I’m very very thankful to them.
Bottomline: Ask questions! Question everything! That’s how we learn best. The day you stop asking questions is the day you’ve surrendered forever to the status quo.