He'd hide extra credit in all of his tests, which were the longest I've ever taken (usually 10-13 pages). We'd cover cartography, for instance, and our test would be to draw a book of maps, using everything we learned. His classes would cover the stuff that we were required to learn, but the ways he'd go about it were what made it so much fun, and more educational. his personality, was kind, and generous, yet he demanded nothing less than my best efforts. That'd have to be my sixth grade science/social studies teacher. Ended up with a C+, because I know my history, no thanks to her.Īs for my favorite teacher, I have three, but I'll pick the one who taught me the most. I would have failed her class, but I sat down, took the final in 20 minutes, and made a 98, because I missed one question. She'd also have me miss lunch on several occasions to make up a particularly difficult assignment. Thing is, she also bogged me down with extra homework to "get me caught up" but she liked to give me late grades on most of it, since it took me so long, as I had four other classes to play catch up in. I ended up having two days to finish a week and a half long project (failed miserably, ended up doing a tiny portion and turning it in, in a nice binder of course.) and bombing two tests. I hated my world civ teacher, because, when I had to have a lymph node drained in an emergency procedure, and had been out of school for approxmately 15 days prior to it (these days were spaced apart, and were for doctor's appointments to try to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.) I missed a week of school straight, and she decided to assign a major project and give two tests in a week. That'd have to be my high school World Civ teacher (she was even worse then my chem teacher). The last time I saw her she was walking around Kings wearing a floor length coat that appeared to be made of tin foil, her bowling shoes poking proudly from beneath the silver coat and the maroon corduroy flares. She pronounced 'verb' as 'WERB' consistently and nobody had the heart to correct her. She'd go passive agressive on people who answered questions wrong. WHEN I AM TEACHER AND I SAY I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, THIS IS THE SUBJUNCTEEVE. Her explanation of the annoying and often confusing French subjunctive: 'OHHHKAY, DE SUBJECTEEVE. A lot of people left her class because she was completely useless as a teacher, but I couldn't bear to leave her, she was just excellent, endlessly entertaining. But she was just so endlessly entertaining. It's a miracle that I passed her course with exemption marks. 'EEZ IT A PEOPLE, OR A THING? NO, NO, NO! HEETHER MCLEEEELANN, YOU CANNOT TELEPHONE TO THE THING! IT MUST BE A PEOPLE! SUBJECT AND OBJECT ARE THE THINGS AND THE PEOPLE!' Dressed always in maroon cord suits and bowling shoes, her grasp of the English language was as tenous as her grip on reality. My favourite was my French grammar tutor for this semester, the fittingly nicknamed Bojanic the Insane. I turned a Removal of Certificate into a Certificate of Merit. She was extremely nice to me after that, but if I hadn't noticed, I'd have sat the exam and got no mark, and failed first year. Revoked my class certificate without telling me (completely illegal), I had to threaten her stupid job to get it back off her. We fell out after I revealed that my bookmarking system was based entirely on cigarette papers and that I thought Captain Cook was killed by a pterodactyl. My least favourite is my anthroplogy tutor.
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