The résumés: well-written. The credentials: impeccable. The recommendations: well-heralded. Teaching experience and training: insurmountable. A sought-after applicant. Or so it seems.
They come on time for their interviews. Well-groomed. Well-modulated voice. Perfect grammar. But that is all there is.
You ask the first question. Detailed answers; very profound statements. Ultimately brilliant! You can’t hide your pleased smile. You nod in approval often. They notice. So, their posture and countenance shift to such projection of much confidence.
If only I had read Chinese Cinderella during my so called turbulent childhood days, I definitely would not have ended up as a Class-A sloth. I wouldn’t have shirked my chores and homework and would’ve swot my way to a PhD! No kidding.
This thought has passed through my cerebral cortex and has undergone some degree of intellectual assent. My conclusion? My childhood was way too comfortable.
John Milton was right when he said, “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven…”
