I've had a large number of fantastic teachers, a decent number of crappy ones, and the vast majority being meh and average.
1st grade (general teacher): Parents signed me up to be with experienced, well respected teacher. She quit teaching to become the librarian, however, so I got a beginner. I was...trouble
, back then, and she didn't know what to do with me.
2nd grade (general teacher): Parents signed me up for a teacher that was highly regarded by the principle (this was unusual, because normally we kept the same teacher for 2 years). Unfortunately, it turned out that the reason she was well liked by the principle was because she was always going to conferences and meetings, and therefore she was usually gone once every two weeks. As I recall, I got in trouble 100% of the time we had a substitute. Once for trying to explain that we were supposed to have a pizza day that day, and getting pretty upset about it.
7th/8th grade (Health teacher): As much as I disliked the subject itself, she was far worse than it. Pretentious, condescending, didn't appreciate any discussion that didn't line up with her own way of thinking, overly sensitive (once got me in trouble for saying "hell," as in "What the hell [is up with this computer]?" How could someone so sensitive end up teaching health, anyways?
9th grade (Physical Science, as in precursor to physics/chemistry): Kind of creepy. Held "manners monday," in which he lectured us on various points of manners (gum chewing, spaghetti strap shirts, short skirts, swearing, drug/alcohol shirts, etc.) Basically parroted the official school guidelines on that, surprise surprise. Could often be found looking over girls shoulders during tests, presumably looking at their 'tests'
. Okay, maybe that's a low blow. But the manners Monday thing gets worse the more I recall it.
10th grade (Biology teacher): OH MY FUCKING GOD. WORST ONE ON THE LIST BY FAR, DEFINITELY
DESERVES ALL CAPS TREATMENT. AND I HATE ALL CAPS ONLY SLIGHTLY LESS THAN I HATED HER.
Ahem. She did not know one single fucking thing about the subject she was teaching. She would sit in on the other biology teacher's lectures, take notes, and then use those notes to teach her own class.
She sometimes even left her own biology class to take these notes. Right in the middle of class.
nice thing I can say about her is that she was willing to admit when she was wrong, we would have review sessions after every single test
where we could challenge her supposed right answer (there was, on average, 5 questions overturned on every test, out of 40-50 questions total.) Unfortunately, this started to make her resentful towards those of us who constantly had to correct her, and she started being rather rude towards us. Some people a year older than me once started a petition to get her fired from the biology department (the original version was...inflammatory, but later versions were reasonably worded) and they were suspended for two days.
11th grade (American History teacher): Also had a poor grasp of her own subject matter, had an incredibly boring lecture style. My friend and I started playing hangman, joking about how lucky the hanging dude was...
Freshman year of college (Orchestra director): Didn't allow me to participate in the concert after missing dress rehearsal. It's not like it's a play or something, it's the same damn music, being run exactly as it was during practice. Then I got a C for missing the concert. Ragequit. I wasn't very good at the violin anyways. Never practiced. In all fairness, I did fuck this up. But I'm still pissed, talk about disproportionate retribution.
Freshman year of college (World History professor): Ugh. I like history, and I like british accents, so she should have been a slam dunk professor for me. Unfortunately, it turned out that she is the most boring lecturer I've ever heard.
She could give a lecture on the nuclear apocalypse and still put the audience to sleep. Worse yet, she ran her discussion sections like a kindergarten classroom, with her patiently waiting for the most obvious, boring interpretation and saying "That's not...quite
what I was looking for," to everything else (in the most condescending possible tone). People stopped answering her questions because they were just too obvious, it would be akin to her standing up front and asking the class what 2+2 was. Each week my attempts to ignite some kind of actual fucking discussion got more desperate and less accurate, with me reaching for any straws to come to anything other than the most obvious conclusion. Each week these attempts were stamped out, condescendingly.
Freshman year of college (Civil & Environmental Engineering Computer applications): Grading structure was set up such that formatting and such were more important than demonstrating a knowledge of how to use the programs. Often took off more points for formatting than the rubric had allotted for it. Homework became a rigorous drudge of meticulous checks and rechecks to ensure proper formatting. Had to drop it to prevent a bad grade and take it again.
Freshman year of college (Chemistry for Engineers, which is basically Chem 1+Chem 2 smushed into one semester): Got a new professor who didn't have a good idea how to teach just yet. I could see when he would lose people during lectures. First two tests were 40 multiple choice conceptual
questions, 7 short answer calculation
questions. People complained about the difficulty, so he cut the short answer questions...and then turned all the multiple choice ones into calculation problems
, effectively making the tests 10 times harder (no partial credit for math mistakes, longer tests, frequently had math mistake answers as choices.) I got an easy A because my chemistry class in high school was awesome, but 50% of the class dropped it and of those that stayed, 60% failed/got a D. The final, which was a statewide test, was the easiest test all year.
Sophomore year of college (Statistical Methods): Once again, a professor that cared more about formatting than knowing the material. Had absolutely grueling
3 hour tests that required every minute.
Fortunately, all my professors since then have been...wait, the structures professor I have right now might make it on this list. The way he grades the homework and tests...I mean, jesus fucking christ, he is completely unforgiving. "Oh, you forgot to show the roof slope against these two inequalities to demonstrate that this variable here is 1, even though it's a completely flat roof
? Minus 4 points. You forgot to write down a check that the roof live load reduction wasn't/can't be less than 0.5, even though it isn't? Minus 4 points."
edited 25th Feb '11 4:33:43 PM by deathjavu
Look, you can't make me speak in a logical, coherent, intelligent bananna.