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Inspired by another thread, I thought it would be interesting to contrast best/worst teacher experience. If you had sex with a smoking hot teacher, you're allowed to use the experience for both.
Worst
I had a Spanish teacher throw my textbook at me from across the classroom when I was in the 7th grade. I was struggling in class and did a lousy job in my workbook. When she spot-checked it and saw how bad it was, she took it. She marched to the front of the class, showed it to everyone, and told them "this is how NOT to do your workbook."
Naturally, I objected to her methods every bit as publicly as she objected to my work. Enraged, she threw the book at me from 20+ feet away and then stormed out of the classroom.
If I saw her today, I'd probably tell her she was a c***. But I don't have a burning desire to get it off my chest, because she knew at the time she was a c*** (or she wouldn't have stormed out and hidden from her class for the remainder of the session). She knew she was a c***, I knew she was a c***, the other students knew she was a c***, and we ALL knew that she was damn lucky to keep her job after that.
Best
This is actually a much more difficult pick. Of course I had a bunch of mediocre teachers, but really only one or two BAD ones. On the other hand, I had quite a few GREAT teachers/professors.
My high school music teacher was simply amazing. He's a legend where I'm from. The funny thing is, he wasn't very good at actually conveying concepts or teaching skills. That's okay, because what he WAS good at was instilling self discipline, desire to achieve, desire to perfect, and desire to reach maximum potential... and I'll take those things over concepts any day of the week. As a direct result of my time with him, I approach my job, my hobbies, and my family with very high expectations of myself and I don't settle for half-assery - from myself or from others. I learned that I was responsible for solving my own problems and that no one else was responsible for me and my success/failures.
I also had a HS math teacher who enjoyed math but not to a nauseating degree. I went through ups and downs in HS where I cared, didn't care, etc. I actually had her for math 3 out of 4 years, and when I gave a shit and cared, she was there for me. When I wanted to be left alone, she was cool with that, too. Some people might not think the latter is a good approach by a teacher, but I can honestly say there's nothing anyone could have said or done to make me care when I didn't want to care. She let me come around to math on my own time, instead of making me resent it and her. I ended up majoring in math and graduating Summa Cum Laude.
TL;DR;
- Had a shitty Spanish teacher
- Had awesome math, music teachers
Worst
I had a Spanish teacher throw my textbook at me from across the classroom when I was in the 7th grade. I was struggling in class and did a lousy job in my workbook. When she spot-checked it and saw how bad it was, she took it. She marched to the front of the class, showed it to everyone, and told them "this is how NOT to do your workbook."
Naturally, I objected to her methods every bit as publicly as she objected to my work. Enraged, she threw the book at me from 20+ feet away and then stormed out of the classroom.
If I saw her today, I'd probably tell her she was a c***. But I don't have a burning desire to get it off my chest, because she knew at the time she was a c*** (or she wouldn't have stormed out and hidden from her class for the remainder of the session). She knew she was a c***, I knew she was a c***, the other students knew she was a c***, and we ALL knew that she was damn lucky to keep her job after that.
Best
This is actually a much more difficult pick. Of course I had a bunch of mediocre teachers, but really only one or two BAD ones. On the other hand, I had quite a few GREAT teachers/professors.
My high school music teacher was simply amazing. He's a legend where I'm from. The funny thing is, he wasn't very good at actually conveying concepts or teaching skills. That's okay, because what he WAS good at was instilling self discipline, desire to achieve, desire to perfect, and desire to reach maximum potential... and I'll take those things over concepts any day of the week. As a direct result of my time with him, I approach my job, my hobbies, and my family with very high expectations of myself and I don't settle for half-assery - from myself or from others. I learned that I was responsible for solving my own problems and that no one else was responsible for me and my success/failures.
I also had a HS math teacher who enjoyed math but not to a nauseating degree. I went through ups and downs in HS where I cared, didn't care, etc. I actually had her for math 3 out of 4 years, and when I gave a shit and cared, she was there for me. When I wanted to be left alone, she was cool with that, too. Some people might not think the latter is a good approach by a teacher, but I can honestly say there's nothing anyone could have said or done to make me care when I didn't want to care. She let me come around to math on my own time, instead of making me resent it and her. I ended up majoring in math and graduating Summa Cum Laude.
TL;DR;
- Had a shitty Spanish teacher
- Had awesome math, music teachers
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