||[Apr. 4th, 2007|12:17 pm]
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i took a public speaking class over one summer in college. the class wasn't particularly difficult and i actually found myself enjoying it most of the time.
at the end of the second to last class the teacher handed out some class evaluation forms. he asked us to please be honest, that all of the forms would be put into a sealed envelope and handed to a secretary who would type the comments word-for-word in random order so that no handwriting could be recognized and no patterns could be detected by the teacher. he would not be able to tell who had said what, so no fear of reprisals should stop us from saying what we really thought.
i looked over the questions and it was the same four that are on most evaluations, was the teacher knowledgable in the topic, what sorts of things did you like about the class, that sort of thing. the last question asked "Is there anything you didn't like?"
i looked at it, shrugged and answered it truthfully.
during the last class we were taking our final exam and the teacher was looking over the typed eval sheet. he read part of the "dislike" page and then stood up and walked over to my desk. he put the page in front of me and pointed to a comment, giving me this "what the hell is wrong with you" look
"How do you know i made that comment?" i asked
"because nobody else would list 'That girl on the Pepsi commercial' on a class evaluation."
"Sir, the question clearly asked if there were things that i did not like. it never asked me to limit my comments to things i disliked about the class, and i believe one of the first lessons you taught us was that you need to listen to what is being said so that you don't get fast-talked or lied to."
i got an A for that class