Sure. It was at the end of the semester, filling in surveys for the class. I volunteered to submit the names to the office. All of the sheets were in the envelope, the total number submitted written on the sheet ready to send to the office. Then one student came back in a gave their sheet in.
My two classmates left over asked me to scratch the old number and add one to it. I refused for no good reason, in the wrong from a process perspective. I didn’t change it and didn’t want to. After my classmates pushed, I still refused stating that it really didn’t matter.
I went ahead and submitted the envelope containing 23 sheets with the number 22 still written on it. I felt liberated. Like I said, unimportant, but a flip switched. It was like I learned that it was ok to make mistakes while making decisions, so I let this one by.
Sure. It was at the end of the semester, filling in surveys for the class. I volunteered to submit the names to the office. All of the sheets were in the envelope, the total number submitted written on the sheet ready to send to the office. Then one student came back in a gave their sheet in. My two classmates left over asked me to scratch the old number and add one to it. I refused for no good reason, in the wrong from a process perspective. I didn’t change it and didn’t want to. After my classmates pushed, I still refused stating that it really didn’t matter.
I went ahead and submitted the envelope containing 23 sheets with the number 22 still written on it. I felt liberated. Like I said, unimportant, but a flip switched. It was like I learned that it was ok to make mistakes while making decisions, so I let this one by.