I can't say who was my worst teacher, but I can say who I hated more. And that must be, hands down my History teacher from HS. I didn't listen to her because her class was the first two hours on Sunday and I had letters from my best friend to read. Plus what's the point to listen to her reciting the book? And it was a boring subject (I had 'special' history... Just trust me. It was pretty much akin to my parents' Scientific Communism and The History of the Communist Party) She made fun of me because I would be so engrossed in reading and writing that I would miss whatever it was that she did.
Another teacher that disliked me (and I - her) was my language teacher. It really got on her nerves that I didn't listen when she explained the rules (maybe because I already knew them?), didn't do the homework (which she checked each and every time. I just calculated what word would be the one I was supposed to read and do it in class) and still did fairy well in tests.
Teachers I liked: My first ever crush was on my third grade religious teacher. I don't remember what he taught, actually. I do remember he was very young (barely in his twenties, I think) and that I thought he looked good. I probably didn't understand half of what he talked about anyway. Oh well. At the same time I had a music teacher who took me into choir and was generally nice to me, so I loved her. It meant the world to be accepted (even though I probably sounded horrible)
My second love was of my Eight grade Literature teacher. She looked good (even if somewhat a slutty way) and generally was my idol for a little while. She also had us read the The Miser by Moliere in class and I was a regular participant. She took us to see Tartuffe in real theater at night. The next year she taught me and a few others free class (instead of second foreign language. I got lucky). And the new literature teacher had us studying a boring play (which I suppose was in the program, but because it was taught by someone else it left my favourite teacher in unblemished aura)
another great teacher was my Math teacher in HS. He wasn't actually a teacher, he just taught my class. He had some administrative position and I think he was bored. I don't know why. He had third degree in math and wanted us to like math. Each year he would bring and hang on our notice board a picture of some famous mathematician. In tenth grade is was Pythagoras (the one with the triangle theorem - he also said there are more than 160 proofs of it. One by some American President. I don't want to say a name because I might get it wrong); in eleventh year it was Rene Decart, who invented calculus (so he's the guy you all should hate ;). He was among the not many good things that I had in Hs towards the end of it. He did tell me that with my grades he recommends me to take a lower level, to which I said I'd rather fail a higher level than a lower one. He let me stay. Now when I think about him, he was like Albus Dumbledore (but without the the manipulation and beard. And robe). This nice, kind grandpa.
I also should probably mention my physics teacher from HS who despite me failed each and every exam during my last two years believed in me enough to give me a grade of 85. I think he respected me failing on my own and not copying from the solutions in the book like everyone else did. I did get good grades in the actual external tests, so his belief was justified (my final is 81). I remember crying because I felt I disappointed him when I failed a test once.
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on 2005-06-25 08:18 am (UTC)She made fun of me because I would be so engrossed in reading and writing that I would miss whatever it was that she did.
Another teacher that disliked me (and I - her) was my language teacher. It really got on her nerves that I didn't listen when she explained the rules (maybe because I already knew them?), didn't do the homework (which she checked each and every time. I just calculated what word would be the one I was supposed to read and do it in class) and still did fairy well in tests.
Teachers I liked:
My first ever crush was on my third grade religious teacher. I don't remember what he taught, actually. I do remember he was very young (barely in his twenties, I think) and that I thought he looked good. I probably didn't understand half of what he talked about anyway. Oh well.
At the same time I had a music teacher who took me into choir and was generally nice to me, so I loved her. It meant the world to be accepted (even though I probably sounded horrible)
My second love was of my Eight grade Literature teacher. She looked good (even if somewhat a slutty way) and generally was my idol for a little while. She also had us read the The Miser by Moliere in class and I was a regular participant. She took us to see Tartuffe in real theater at night.
The next year she taught me and a few others free class (instead of second foreign language. I got lucky). And the new literature teacher had us studying a boring play (which I suppose was in the program, but because it was taught by someone else it left my favourite teacher in unblemished aura)
another great teacher was my Math teacher in HS. He wasn't actually a teacher, he just taught my class. He had some administrative position and I think he was bored. I don't know why. He had third degree in math and wanted us to like math. Each year he would bring and hang on our notice board a picture of some famous mathematician. In tenth grade is was Pythagoras (the one with the triangle theorem - he also said there are more than 160 proofs of it. One by some American President. I don't want to say a name because I might get it wrong); in eleventh year it was Rene Decart, who invented calculus (so he's the guy you all should hate ;).
He was among the not many good things that I had in Hs towards the end of it. He did tell me that with my grades he recommends me to take a lower level, to which I said I'd rather fail a higher level than a lower one. He let me stay. Now when I think about him, he was like Albus Dumbledore (but without the the manipulation and beard. And robe). This nice, kind grandpa.
I also should probably mention my physics teacher from HS who despite me failed each and every exam during my last two years believed in me enough to give me a grade of 85. I think he respected me failing on my own and not copying from the solutions in the book like everyone else did. I did get good grades in the actual external tests, so his belief was justified (my final is 81). I remember crying because I felt I disappointed him when I failed a test once.