D. is working on an independent project that requires him to stretch a piece of vinyl across a square shape. One of the corners keeps bunching up and misbehaving. R. is following our conversation:
D: This is frustrating! I can’t get this corner to fit into the square.
Ms. M: Are you feeling like you just keep trying to fit that corner into that square?
D: Yeah!
Ms. M: Feeling like you keep trying all sorts of things with that corner and that corner just doesn’t want to go where you think the corner ought to go?
D: Yeah!
(getting a hopeful look in his eye–thinking he may be excused from the assignment due to ill-fitting corners)
Ms. M: Feeling like you’ve tried as hard as you can and that corner won’t follow the rules that corners need to follow?
D: Yeah…?
(the light is dawning…)
Ms. M.: Yeah, I know exactly how you feel.
D: Yeah…
R. (to D.): And you’re the corner.
Thank you R., for driving it home for the Boss.
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