Today he rebuked me for not answering his question in a full sentence. He said "Let's practise speaking in full sentences, shall we?" The sting of his comment hasn't left me. I wasn't sure if this was his attempt to silence me (extroverts don't fare well in small classes). If you've watched the Paper Chase where Professor Charles Kingsford played by John Houseman questions his first year law students, you'll know what I mean.
There is no question that I find this method intimidating and unnerving. My academic confidence took a hit today. I didn't like feeling stupid in front of my class. I didn't like that he thought I was incapable of formulating whole sentence responses. I didn't like that he used his role in this way.
But here's the thing: I didn't come to Harvard to be molly-coddled nor stroked. Discovering annoying aspects of yourself in this way chips away at your carefully constructed self-image, but it also opens a path for self-evaluation and discovery.