Right With Reservations, or Wrong With Reservations?
Those are your four choices. You have to reply using one of the answers to a variety of hypothetical questions that address controversial topics with your peers and subordinates. Then, you might be called on to support your stance.
First up: abortion.
Some people uneasily shifted their eyes; others uneasily shifted their bodies. I'll bet a few of them even had their bowels shift uneasily too. The class mostly dispersed toward the "Definitely Wrong" side of the room. A lone girl stood by the "Definitely Right" sign. I stood an arm's length away from her, in the "Right With Reservations" zone. The girl spoke first; I spoke next: "I don't like the concept of abortion. I agree that birth begins at conception. But I firmly believe in the woman's right to choose."
My terse statement met several voices of equally determined and equally curt opposition from the other side. One came from a typically reserved male, who muttered, "it isn't her choice to make."
It didn't matter, though. He didn't persuade me. He couldn't. Little did he and the rest of the mob know that the sign they huddled around actually meant that they were Definitely Wrong.
I woke up late the next day in Florida and managed to drag myself to the nearby Waffle House. A waffle, some hash browns, two eggs sunny side up, two pieces of bacon, two slices of buttered toast, two cups coffee and two halves of an hour later, I lied down on the white powder sand across the shimmering Gulf and marveled at God's artistic genius; the ill effects of an ill-recommended odyssey into the local bars the night before melted away, and the cartoonishly pristine waters begged me to frolic with them-- I looked left, I looked right, and then I closed my eyes.
For that split-second, everything was Definitely Right.
Those are your four choices. You have to reply using one of the answers to a variety of hypothetical questions that address controversial topics with your peers and subordinates. Then, you might be called on to support your stance.
First up: abortion.
Some people uneasily shifted their eyes; others uneasily shifted their bodies. I'll bet a few of them even had their bowels shift uneasily too. The class mostly dispersed toward the "Definitely Wrong" side of the room. A lone girl stood by the "Definitely Right" sign. I stood an arm's length away from her, in the "Right With Reservations" zone. The girl spoke first; I spoke next: "I don't like the concept of abortion. I agree that birth begins at conception. But I firmly believe in the woman's right to choose."
My terse statement met several voices of equally determined and equally curt opposition from the other side. One came from a typically reserved male, who muttered, "it isn't her choice to make."
It didn't matter, though. He didn't persuade me. He couldn't. Little did he and the rest of the mob know that the sign they huddled around actually meant that they were Definitely Wrong.
I woke up late the next day in Florida and managed to drag myself to the nearby Waffle House. A waffle, some hash browns, two eggs sunny side up, two pieces of bacon, two slices of buttered toast, two cups coffee and two halves of an hour later, I lied down on the white powder sand across the shimmering Gulf and marveled at God's artistic genius; the ill effects of an ill-recommended odyssey into the local bars the night before melted away, and the cartoonishly pristine waters begged me to frolic with them-- I looked left, I looked right, and then I closed my eyes.
For that split-second, everything was Definitely Right.
8 comments:
What are the other questions?
For a woman: Right with reservations
For a man: Wrong with reservations
I am on the same page as you on that issue. And what an issue it is.
i wish there were waffle houses in new york.
Well Carey, to avoid getting in trouble, I'll just tell you one of the questions where it was literally just me and the rest of the class without telling you how I answered:
Would you report a subordinate for committing adultery (which is actually illegal under UCMJ)?
I didn't know you were THE Ed. for the school's law journal, Chieh. Hawt.
Florida should really name itself the Waffle House State, Linda. There's one every block, which, come to think of it, is perfect because the bars close at 4 AM. Just in time for an early breakfast.
I'm not sure how to answer that within these rules....but there would definitely be reservations!
sometimes, that definitely right feels just so damn good you can't help but love it
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