Favorite teacher: Mrs. Span. She taught us (by "us", I mean me and Brozo) Poetry Lit. and Comp., Short Story Lit. and Comp., and British Poetry. Sophomore year, Junior year, and Senior year, but not in that order.
Least favorite teacher: Mrs. Baldwin. Algebra, Introductory Calculus. Worst. Teacher. Ever. I don't remember much about her, except that she was the only teacher I never learned anything from. And I'm not a math wiz, so I was pretty much fucked. I got demoted to Geometry where I had a really great teacher who showed us videos all the time...jeez...I'm laughing! But it was so true! I did learn a lot in her class about Geometry, and actually, she got to Algebra and Beginning Calculus by our Senior year.
Best Teacher: Mr. Loftus. I had World History and Economics with him, Junior Year, and half-term of Senior year, respectively. I got a great grade in World History, and barely squeaked a B- in Economics because that was my last semester, and last class of the day, and I just stopped caring. Sorry, Mr. Loftus! You were a great teacher!
Favorite class: German. First period. Had it with my HS boyfriend, Michael Carter. Dang...I'm lucky that I'm excellent with languages, because I would have failed otherwise.
Oddest class: British Literature with Mrs. Bennet. She was drunk half the time from the JD she poured into her coffee, and she had us read Beowulf and Where The Wild Things Are. Those? Are not British Lit. We did not read any Jane Austen or John Milton or anything like that in there. We did read Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner (fell asleep), and I would have flunked if Brozo hadn't kept yelling, "Albatross!" during that poem, and if I hadn't listened to Monty Python singing the Oliver Cromwell Song. Barely squeaked by, grades-wise, but Mrs. Bennet liked me, so she passed me with flying colors. Very odd. Very odd indeed.
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on 2005-06-24 09:11 pm (UTC)Least favorite teacher: Mrs. Baldwin. Algebra, Introductory Calculus. Worst. Teacher. Ever. I don't remember much about her, except that she was the only teacher I never learned anything from. And I'm not a math wiz, so I was pretty much fucked. I got demoted to Geometry where I had a really great teacher who showed us videos all the time...jeez...I'm laughing! But it was so true! I did learn a lot in her class about Geometry, and actually, she got to Algebra and Beginning Calculus by our Senior year.
Best Teacher: Mr. Loftus. I had World History and Economics with him, Junior Year, and half-term of Senior year, respectively. I got a great grade in World History, and barely squeaked a B- in Economics because that was my last semester, and last class of the day, and I just stopped caring. Sorry, Mr. Loftus! You were a great teacher!
Favorite class: German. First period. Had it with my HS boyfriend, Michael Carter. Dang...I'm lucky that I'm excellent with languages, because I would have failed otherwise.
Oddest class: British Literature with Mrs. Bennet. She was drunk half the time from the JD she poured into her coffee, and she had us read Beowulf and Where The Wild Things Are. Those? Are not British Lit. We did not read any Jane Austen or John Milton or anything like that in there. We did read Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner (fell asleep), and I would have flunked if Brozo hadn't kept yelling, "Albatross!" during that poem, and if I hadn't listened to Monty Python singing the Oliver Cromwell Song. Barely squeaked by, grades-wise, but Mrs. Bennet liked me, so she passed me with flying colors. Very odd. Very odd indeed.