In the 3rd grade, I told my teacher that what she was doing, whatever it was at the time, wasn’t fair. She reacted with the timeless words: “The world isn’t fair.” This memory popped up suddenly as I was reading an article, and I began to think that she may have thought 2 distinct things as I went back to my desk, defeated. 1. She may have been thinking that I needed to hear that statement, as it had been passed down to her. Then, she may have felt ungodly smug about the encounter and continued on with her day. 2. She may have felt sorry for a missed opportunity when I didn’t challenge her on this statement. In reality, and later in life I realized this, the fact that “The world isn’t fair” had no bearing or even any meaning on that moment. 3rd Grade isn’t the real world. It’s a carefully structured and cut off smaller version of the world for the purpose of incubating young developing minds. That room was the whole world, and she was the god of it. If something wasn’t fair in that world, she, the administrator and designer of that world, was at fault. She was the one making the world unfair, and smugly blaming the outside world for her hidden hypocrisy. More than 20 years have passed, and it took me that long to piece together my feelings on the matter. Click.