I remembered the story from school too. Oh, it was a long time ago, and until now the blood in the veins is boiling, as I remember. I went the exam, I knew the subject perfectly, I went in the first three of the passers, the first pulled out the ticket and immediately, without preparation, sat down to answer.

An oral question answered, the task was solved in front of the eyes, additional questions were taken and... was sent out. With the scream and oath of my “loved” teacher who accused me of blasting my tickets.

I offered to get another ticket, but she literally pushed me out of the office. Sitting until the last, I went in again.

I decided to do differently and took a ticket, typically prepared. Eventually, when he told it all again and showed it, he was accused of copying. I was given a “three”.

He can’t know more, that’s the verdict.

This phrase hit me so hard, a kind of barrel that it has placed on me and above which it doesn’t allow me to “hop.” Because of my age and character, I swallowed off. But the phrase often persecuted me, especially in difficult times - "he is not able to do more" it sounded in my head. And I tried to do everything to be able! To prove to this abstract laughing aunt that I can. And everybody wanted to see her, to say - vooot, I have a firm, vooot, bought a car, vooot, the world saw, and what are you?



And she turns out to have been like a car crashed to death for nine years and she was fooled.