Today I had a nice talk with the student who had indicated that her only special need was a day at Great America. She told me that she thought I was strict and she couldn't get close to me, so she wasn't going to tell me about her hearing or short-term memory loss until someone she knows in another class told her how nice I was.
Now, this is what surprises me: I think I'm much nicer in the class where she perceived me as being strict than I am in the class where the other student perceives me as being nice.
But that just confirms what Jonathan and I have read in books like Being Wrong. Almost everyone almost always is. (The way I've summed that up may be not quite right, either.)
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