Today in Online Editing we had a quiz. Dr. R gave us a broken HTML document, a printout of what the webpage was supposed to look like and let us loose. I immediately set to work, fixing the easy formatting errors first and then moving on to the harder ones.
"Professor Randle, I'm done!" one of my classmates called out from the other side of the room. Until that moment, I hadn't thought it could be turned into a race, but the moment he said it, two thoughts zipped through my head:
What? How did he beat me?
Arrogant thoughts, I knew. I repented.
"Hmm. Take a closer look, Dan. I can still see some problems," I heard Randle say.
I withdrew my repentance.
"Mister Done-in-Fifteen-Minutes," Dr. R said under his breath. Teasing Daniel.
I took my time checking the HTML document for further errors, trying to ignore the racing of my heart that screamed, it's on!
Ten minutes later I called out: "Randle, I think I'm done." The words I think were carefully calculated to force some humility into my competitive spirit. It didn't work very well.
He came over and looked over my shoulder to check my work. He was impressed. I was relieved.
I had "won" the quiz.
Nicely done. Of course, I always think you are the best:)
ReplyDeleteOf course your won, with a little humility as well.
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