We were staying in to do a lab exercise on optics in the Astronomy class. Two of my regular lab partners and I were in class and we needed an optic bench. This other girl in the class who we don’t really know was sitting at the bench behind us, so she joined the three of us.
First we had to take a lens outside and figure out it’s focal strength and then take it in and mount it on the bench and answer the lab questions… and finally construct a telescope. Well this girl takes physics… the 3 of us are not math or science majors, so we were kind of happy to have her in the group.
I should have realized there was a problem when she told us the measurement was 30 cm. I said “Didn’t he say it would be between 18-25cm?” So we measured again. I left my readers inside so I couldn’t see well. Mikka verified 19. It was freezing out side. We were shaking and moving and at least 19 was a close, but still not very good measurement.
Back at the bench as we were doing the lab she just took our group paper and start writing answers on it, without talking to us or telling us what she was writing or getting a group consensus. I tried to ask her questions about what she was writing and nothing she said made any sense to me, or the others… but then we are not math or science people… I asked her to further explain what she was writing (she didn’t express herself well… I thought it may be the way she was talking, not that we didn’t understand the science…. if we could only understand her, I thought.) We couldn’t hear her well and none of her sentences seemed to house a cohesive thought.
Then she said something to me about “having to answer every f*cking question” I looked at her and said “Excuse me, what did you just say to me?”… not in her face or anything; in a quiet way (we are a quiet group). One of my lab partners heard part of this, but the other was not at the desk. So we had this weird situation where none of us were on the same page and this girl was acting like she knew what she was doing… but doing every thing without telling us what she was doing.
Call me stubborn, but I had no reason to believe she was doing the lab right. Maybe she was and maybe I was just slow, but I had to learn this material. So at one point when she couldn’t explain what she was doing so I could understand it, I took it to the professor to get him to explain it… and it was wrong! I went back to desk and started erasing everything and we did it all over again. Struggling through it and kind of not listening to her, since we couldn’t understand her anyways, we worked on. She didn’t seem too happy with me. I sure my lab partners wondered why I was belaboring the point.
She left us right after class. Then my regular lab partners and I compared notes. Mikka and I both heard her comment to me, but differently. I thought she was upset that we were taking so long and she wanted to skip questions and just write anything. Mikka thought she meant that she was mad that she was the only one who understood the material and was just writing out the questions. Kathy didn’t hear the comment, but heard me later ask this girl what her major was and what kinds of grades she got… (which this girl didn’t really answer well either — it was like she couldn’t talk) Kathy couldn’t figure out why I was second guessing all the girl’s answers… until we talked at the end of class.
The whole situation was like a twilight zone adventure. Neither Mikka or I confronted the girl directly over the comment and because none of us heard the same things we all seemed to be operating in separate realities. In the end we did get the answers with help from the Prof. and the girl actually drew the final diagram correctly. Part of the communication problem was my timidity in confronting someone with a confrontational attitude and clarifying what, exactly her “f*cking” problem was. Although the lab was supposed to be about optics, it became a lab on perception vs reality… or pehaps illusions, both optical and situational.
Epilogue:
This was actually a very interesting evening. I find that I learn more about life, my way of being, and how people interact in my classes than I do the actual subject matter. Will I remember what I learned about the optics… I hope so (at least until the end of the semester) but the real value I see is the opportuntiy to interact with others in a challenging learning environment and to take away lessons and stories that illuminate facets of human nature, creativity and motivation.
This blog post arose out of my retelling the adventure to a friend… The names here have been change to protect the innocent, as I recounted the story I realized that it reminded me of an account by Michael Crichton (one of my favorite authors) of an incident he experienced during a stay in Jamaica. Amazing! I didn’t have to leave Farmington Hills to have my adventure! ;-)