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我遇到的最棒的老师 　　Mr. Whitson taught sixth-grade science. On the first day of class， he introduced a creature called the cattywampus， an ill-adapted1 animal that was wiped out during the Ice Age. He passed around a skull as he talked. We all took notes and later had a quiz. 　　When he returned my paper， I was shocked. There was a big red X through each of my answers. I had failed. There had to be some mistake！ I had written down exactly what Mr. Whitson said. Then I realized that everyone in the class had failed. What had happened？ 　　Very simple， Mr. Whitson explained. He had made up2 all the stuff about the cattywampus. There had never been any such animal. The information in our notes was， therefore， incorrect. Did we expect credit3 for incorrect answers？ 　　Needless to say， we were outraged. What kind of test was this？ And what kind of teacher？ We should have figured it out， Mr. Whitson said. After all， at the every moment he was passing around the cattywampus skull （in truth， a cat’s）， hadn’t he been telling us that no trace of the animal remained？ He had described its amazing night vision4， the color of its fur and any number of other facts he couldn’t have known. He had given the animal a ridiculous name， and we still hadn’t been suspicious. The zeroes on our papers would be recorded in his grade book， he said. And they were. 　　Mr. Whitson said he hoped we would learn something from this experience. Teachers and textbooks are not infallible5. In fact， no one is. He told us not to let our minds go to sleep， and to speak up6 if we ever thought he or the textbook was wrong. 　　Every class was an adventure with Mr. Whitson. One day he told us that his Volkswagen was a living organism. It took us two full days to put together a refutation7 he would accept. He didn’t let us off the hook8 until we had proved not only that we knew what an organism was but also that we had the fortitude to stand up for the truth. We carried our brand-new skepticism into all our classe