Sitting in class yesterday, I was distinctly aware of the rough day my professor was having. His fly was open, his hair was all over the place and he could not, for the life of him, get his notes in the same order as the PowerPoint he had prepared in about five minutes the night before (or morning of). Yet, that lecture was probably the best lecture I had sat through all semester. It was the only one in which I found myself taking notes without having to remind myself to, the only one I wanted to stay in past its scheduled end time and definitely the only one that has pushed me to think past the lecture itself enough to write a column about it.
I was surprised at myself for enjoying something that was so disheveled. Having been at Cornell for almost two years now, I am inclined to think that a piece of work can only be one of quality if you have put hours into it, and if you haven’t, well, everyone can tell and call you out on it later. I was just as surprised at my professor. Having known the guy for almost an entire semester, I was genuinely impressed at his ability to take a detour from his usually serious and wound up state to one that had come to terms with the idea that his day was not going to go the way he wanted and that he was going to simply have to roll with the punches.
It’s a difficult thing to understand what it truly means to “roll with the punches,” and it’s a lesson that I am convinced we can learn only by failing enough times. I was on Facebook the other day, and there was a post titled “An Open Letter to Every Coddled College Student” that caught my eye. Reading through the post itself was a frustrating experience — in my (very biased) opinion, the author, a self-proclaimed “President/CEO”(don’t ask me of what, it didn’t say), that apparently represented the opinions of all those who you might consider professionally successful, was narrow-minded, rude and condescending. The post’s overall point was something along the lines of “life is tougher in the real world, get over it,” but quite frankly, it was written so terribly it might as well have been one of Donald Trump’s tweets.
The reason I bring that post up along with my professor’s particularly rough day is not just to tie together two things I came across in one day that stuck in my mind for a while longer than most things do. Instead, it was to bring up what it means to “deal with it.” There are several different ways in which people come to terms with difficult times, but there are two common ways in which I have seen people handle tough situations that are distinct to the environment I have found myself in during recent times.
The first is the way in which the aforementioned Facebook post suggests people should deal with situations — by, quite frankly, being a jerk to everyone around you because you are in a position you don’t like. What bothers me most about this approach is not the oversimplification with which one might paint a situation, but rather the utter lack of empathy. The way in which my professor chose to deal with his situation, and the way in which I believe “rolling with the punches” works is one that involves a more humane approach — make it work, but do what you can to make it work for those around you as well.
Hebani Duggal is a sophomore in the College of Arts and Sciences. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Teach Me How to Duggal appears alternate Tuesdays this semester.