Spring 1982

Second grade of elementary school.
We were talking about things we liked; what we did with our spare time at home, hobbys and such. It was a fun "conversation" and everyone had his or her say.
At some point the teacher asked us what the thing was that we knew most of, what we were best in.
A number of fingers shot up in the air and the teacher started giving turns to my classmates to tell everybody what they thought. I was thinking otherwise about the matter. Everyone came up with collecting stamps, stickers, soccer, whatever, but I sought a deeper meaning behind the question. Unconsciously... I could of course tell them that I my best thing at that point was playing drums. I went to music school twice per week and I had already one diploma for playing drums.
But that was not the thing on my mind.
Slowly I raised my finger, still in thought. And when the teacher pointed at me to tell my part, I asked her a rhetoric question.
"Isn't it so that you have to know a bit of everything to be able to live Life?"
The look on the face of the teacher turned to one of suppressed disgust. I noticed and wondered why, which became clear only a few seconds later. She had completely misunderstood, or misheard what I said. She'd heard me say probably something like: "I know a bit of everything" and not more. She gave me this disapproving look and told me that I was so arrogant to think that.
I understood that she misheard me and I tried to tell her what it was that I meant, but she dismissed me and even when I raised my finger again she completely ignored me.
I felt very awkward. Not only did she get the complete wrong impression, she also gave my classmates a completely wrong impression of me. The harm was done, though, and I didn't get a turn or otherwise a chance to say anything for the rest of that lesson. Or at a later point about this matter.