Steven was a high school student. He knew a lot of things. At the age of sixteen, he’d already finished reading Darwin’s Evolution and Einstein’s Relativity. He knew how to do Calculus. He also had a great thought about French Revolution. However, he didn’t know to ride a bicycle. He didn’t know how to play basketball though he was six foot tall. He didn’t even know how to make friends. He came to his teacher and asked what he should do for his life. His teacher asked him what he wanted to do. He said he didn’t know. He said he didn’t want tough work and thought his teacher was having an incredibly easy work, so he said he wanted to be a teacher.
So he went to study History, his favourite subject. He said it’s his favourite because one only needed to absorb information in this subject without any digestion. He remembered the time for every single event appeared in the Western Civilization. He graduated. He started his career. He was fired two months after his teaching. He went back to his teacher complaining why she lead him to be a teacher which didn’t really suit him. His teacher said, “You were my best student and you were my worst student.”