Our teacher showed showed us how red and blue could make purple.
Except it didn't.
It made maroon. Maybe burgundy. But it wasn't purple. Not really. And the green wasn't green. It was more like a turquoise. And the orange wasn't orange. It was more like a dark yellow, like the color of a crisp french fry more than a tangerine.
So, when we rotated around the classroom, I struggled with the handout, trying my best to spell turquoise before crossing it out and writing green.
I didn't want to be the one who saw things differently.
It was a subtle defeat, but still profound. I learned to trust my mind more than my eyes. And it's been only through the observations of Joel, Micah and Brenna that I've learned to trust my eyes again.