The Famous Question

I bet you're all wondering, "What is that Famous Question?"

It all started with psychology and the inquisitive person!

I have only been asked this once in my life. It was when I had been taking a psychology class at the only collage in town. The horrible irony was that I had taken this class once before and aced it. That was when I had gone to a school called, Choices. But, by the time I graduated, I had decided to go to that one collage. Here, they had told me I had to take a psychology class.

Weird right?

So I just agreed. Being my first time at collage. We had started the class like a normal class. Then our retired psychologist turned teacher, asked us all to stand up one at a time, and introduce ourselves. What’s funny is that he didn’t ask us to introduce ourselves.

He asked us to answer one question,

“Who are you?”

….. The class was silent….

And the first person stood up….

I just watched in curiosity. Then, that poor first student had stated his name. The teacher shook his head and said,

“I didn’t ask you for your name, I asked you; Who are you?”

And that student began to say their name.

The teacher told him to sit down. And it was the next persons turn. And every time after, a student replied, and they stated their name.

Soon beginning to add things. Like where they were from, ect….

I noticed the pattern and listened. I, of course, was at the back of the class and just thought this was hilarious. But, at the same time it was also a waste of my time. As treating those students like that in such an uncaring and dismissive manor was wrong. Especially, because that question was too simple, but also too complex for them without some form of guidance. Which is exactly why all of the students were there in the first place. To be GUIDED and LEARN something new.

As you may have probably not guessed; I just played along. Watching the teacher with a critical eye. No one got it right. In the end, he did mention the reason what had happened when not one spoke the correct answer. Talking about the collective pattern associated with the wrong answers. But never explaining why he had questioned us in such a manor.

I haven’t meant to tell you how the rest of the class went. But I would like to share what I know. I shall tell you,

The ultimate answer.

First, “What is that Famous Question?”

“Who Are You?”

It can only be answered two ways,

“I am, who I am."

"But, a multitude of descriptions that can only be answered by one word. And that is My Name. That is Who I am.”

Of course I would have loved to confuse Mr. Teacher. Who wouldn’t have fun with that?