I got to talking with one of my fellow TAs today. It turns out that we've had one class together in the past, but we haven't really talked before today. She told me that she remembered me from that class because, during a group project we had to do, someone in my group was mad about me. She said that they said I was a bitch, although it's been so
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Let me tell you a little story. My father, a very successful army recruiter for many years (during some of the toughest times to recruit mind you) always met his quota. His enlistments also had a very low drop-out rate.
Now if you were to meet my father ten years ago you might think at first glance that the man is a virtual time-bomb ready to explode. He shouted, screamed, and in all other ways erupted over things that were mostly inconsequential. Now, to add to this, he was, and still is, extremely blunt. He will tell you, flat-out, if he doesn't like you, what you're doing, or how you're doing it.
Because of this attitude, and his outbursts, most people think of my dad as one cranky mother f'r who has a few too many screws loose in his head. While I somewhat agree with this statement, that doesn't mean he's ineffectual.
My father is one of the hardest workers I've ever seen. He won't tell you any other way, except how it is, and as such values the same with anyone he works with. If you work your hardest, even if it isn't all that effective, he'll do anything that he can possibly do to help you out. The thing is that you have to put everything into it, and not some lame half-assed attempt. He also won't lie, and as such because of these factors his recruiting always met quota, and the men who he recruited would often stop in, while on leave, and see him to check up with him.
My father taught me a lot about how important it is to do a good job and be proud of what you do. He also taught me that while snake-oil salesmen might get better results, they don't have the respect of the honest, hard-worker. And because of it, the hard-worker will be better off, because if something ever happened the snake-oil salesmen could never count on those he helped. While the honest man could.
Just some food for thought. Be yourself, and if people don't like it...tough shit. You're not there to make friends, you're there to do your job. The more people see this and respond to it, the better off you'll be, and the more people will respect you because of it.
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