Would we— given the same set of circumstances— transgress to a similar, morally bankrupt degree?
We sat in a huge auditorium, approximately 20 rows of 30 students each. I was, by that time, married, a mother of three, and a teacher. I had decided to attend YorkU to improve my understanding of my children, my students, and the general world in which I lived.
Yes, I am a perpetual student. And yes, my husband is a saint.
Back in the day, I was not the confident figure people mistake me for today. Actually, I was riddled with insecurities and never felt comfortable drawing any attention to myself — certainly not there, wearing the only sheitel in the amphitheater.
Thus, one lecture followed another. I was diligent about my note-taking and committed to staying as silent as possible.
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