When I was in primary school, I got into a major argument with a boy in my class. I can’t what it was about, but I have never forgotten theI learned that day. I wasthat I was right and he was wrong--and he was sure that I was wrong and he was right. The decided to teach us a very important lesson. She both of us up to the of the class and him on one side of her desk and me on. In the middle of her desk was a large, round object. I could see that it was black. She asked the boy what the object was. “White,” he answered. I couldn’t believe he said the object was white, it was obviously black! Another started between my classmate and me, this about the color of the object. The teacher told me to go and stand where the boy was standing and told him to come and stand where I had been. We changed, and now she asked me what the color of the object was. Ianswer, “White.” It was an object with two colored sides, and from his side it was white. from my side was it black. My teacher taught me a very important lesson that day: You mustin the other person’s shoes and look at thethrough their eyes in order to understand their view.