An amazing teacher taught a class filled with blockheads, sadly a group that includes me, and got this screwed up class to admire him. Some people give adjectives like "more like a friend" or "fun" and that sort for a teacher who they like. This guy wasn't really any of that, he was simply a fantastic teacher. Horrible misfortune fell upon our class and he moved away. And that was that.
A new teacher arrived. Naturally when compared to the best she seemed, well not good at all. But having realized that it wasn't exactly fair on our part to compare her with sir, we were willing to try to see her as we would any other teacher. But then she went and fell off the end of the earth, by which I mean she disappeared. Days and even weeks went by without a teacher. Being the geek I am, I suggested a student teaching thing. And I got the first slot. My first class was pretty shitty and I can't teach, but on the flip side my classmates were extremely cooperative and actually listened despite my high speed blabbing and other commendable non-teaching skills... hmm, maybe I don't give my class enough credit.
Anyway, our disappeared teacher shows up without warning (and unfortunately the rest of the class do not get to teach) in a whole new avatar. As opposed to her flexible, interactive and kind character she had displayed earlier, the new version was mean and full of herself. She had abandoned the methods we were used to and those which produced colourful results and had adopted new, and frankly quite stupid, methods. (That finally brings us to the point of this post.. it seems that this part is longer than the rest. Oh well) So now the classes are horrible, even when not compared to the legend.
What I did in class today is given below. A friend of mine suggested I put it online, so then after I got home I thought what the heck and here it is.
<Some notes are scribbled casually. From the missing words and horrible, suicide worthy grammar and spelling mistakes, you can tell that the person writing had no interest what so ever, a disgrace to all students who generally do listen, I might add. But it doesn't take long for this person to realize that the teacher is just reciting the textbook.. btw, this person referred here is me.. and the notes that followed this realization are.....>
Tell me, why are we copying the textbook? If that was the point, what is the need of a teacher? My teaching sucked, granted, but it was an attempt at teaching, and not reading the stupid textbook out loud and making the class write it down. I fell like I'm in a printing or publishing house in a time when novels and other books were handwritten.
A person reads out the content of the author's manuscript and the 30 strong workers (here, our class) mechanically write it down without processing a single word.
What's worse, she stops and asks, says actually - its pretty rhetoric, "Are you understanding?"
This can be compares to the reader pausing and saying, "What an amazing story, right?" The workers exhausted and scared of losing their jobs nod in unison, as does the class but in fear of what I wonder.. Maybe it's out of mental exhaustion and a tiny thought that the torture may end sooner if she was pleased.
The reader knows full well that the workers do not get it, yet she pretends they do and continues to read the manuscript and the machines are turned on again.
Anyway, our disappeared teacher shows up without warning (and unfortunately the rest of the class do not get to teach) in a whole new avatar. As opposed to her flexible, interactive and kind character she had displayed earlier, the new version was mean and full of herself. She had abandoned the methods we were used to and those which produced colourful results and had adopted new, and frankly quite stupid, methods. (That finally brings us to the point of this post.. it seems that this part is longer than the rest. Oh well) So now the classes are horrible, even when not compared to the legend.
What I did in class today is given below. A friend of mine suggested I put it online, so then after I got home I thought what the heck and here it is.
<Some notes are scribbled casually. From the missing words and horrible, suicide worthy grammar and spelling mistakes, you can tell that the person writing had no interest what so ever, a disgrace to all students who generally do listen, I might add. But it doesn't take long for this person to realize that the teacher is just reciting the textbook.. btw, this person referred here is me.. and the notes that followed this realization are.....>
Tell me, why are we copying the textbook? If that was the point, what is the need of a teacher? My teaching sucked, granted, but it was an attempt at teaching, and not reading the stupid textbook out loud and making the class write it down. I fell like I'm in a printing or publishing house in a time when novels and other books were handwritten.
A person reads out the content of the author's manuscript and the 30 strong workers (here, our class) mechanically write it down without processing a single word.
What's worse, she stops and asks, says actually - its pretty rhetoric, "Are you understanding?"
This can be compares to the reader pausing and saying, "What an amazing story, right?" The workers exhausted and scared of losing their jobs nod in unison, as does the class but in fear of what I wonder.. Maybe it's out of mental exhaustion and a tiny thought that the torture may end sooner if she was pleased.
The reader knows full well that the workers do not get it, yet she pretends they do and continues to read the manuscript and the machines are turned on again.
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