I was reminded of my own school days by Bad4's recent post regarding high school morahs tendency to ensure meek student diligence by threatening to bad-mouth them in the future.
I will be blunt; my class was rather rowdy. If they weren't reigned in the first few days by a grim and steady-handed educator, then the rest of the year would not involve much book learning. I would spend my days silent and attentive, while my classmates' behavior echoed that of the chimp habitat.
Resistance was futile. (Borg reference). Any sort of objections I made were drowned out.
With heels clicking, so entered Darth Morah.
At that time, she was an unmarried female of indeterminate age; somewhere in her 20's, I believe. She taught classes through the various grades, and she managed to hold this one relatively in line. But as tales of woe spread about the teachers' lounge, she felt compelled to act for the greater good.
Girls who misbehaved in class, she informed us, in the somber tones of a ghost story, never married.
She really should have flicked off the lights and held a flashlight to her face.
Did you ever hear the story of the mean girl and the terrorized morah? Well, when the mean girl got older, she wondered why she wasn't married yet. She went to a rabbi who asked her if she ever did anybody wrong, and she thought of (for some reason) her high school teacher.
She called up the teacher to ask her forgiveness . . . and the teacher wouldn't give it.
My class was, rather entertainingly, scared spitless. They proceeded to draw up a binding document on looseleaf paper, requesting pardon for previous crimes and a promise to behave in the future, which was solemnly signed by each student.
They flourished the document under my nose for signature.
Due to their new understanding of the world, they reminded me that I wouldn't get married.
I retorted that unlike them, I never misbehaved.
They shook their heads sadly at my folly, and walked away to leave me to my single fate.
Approximately 72 hours later, the class returned to pandemonium.
On top of the fact that they were grossly disrespecting their elders, my class was now guilty of breaking a neder, one that had been placed in writing.
Oddly enough (shocker!) the transgressors are married. Happily, I cannot say. But despite Darth Morah's doom-saying, they did wed.
Is my single state, perversely, due to the fact that I would not apologize for doing nothing wrong?
I think not.