My most difficult class had to be physics. The teacher admitted to us that she would rather be teaching a math class than to be teaching physics.
I recall on my first day being excited about learning "science" and all the experiments we would be doing as a class. I was disappointed to learn that most of the hands on meant opening books and playing with models.
She was right on time every day, with one minute to spare. Our class had to wait to start though, until she unloaded her things, made excuses as to why she was just coming in the door, blah, blah, blah. The 3 hour class felt more like 5 because of her disorganization and monotone voice, but even more because of her disinterest and underlying disappointment she was not teaching math.
One day during the first several weeks a student told all of us about a web site the teacher was using for the tests and the quizzes and how we could look things up, cheat in other words. I could not bring my self to even type in the site, my conscious, my religion, prevented me from cheating. My grade really could have used help, but not in that way. I would not have felt like it was me earning that grade. What if we would have gotten caught? Doesn't matter, wrong is wrong and I am glad I listened to myself.
She quit teaching after that semester, I don't even remember her name, but I remember she did not have the drive or enthusiasm to make the class worth its while. I almost felt sorry for her.
Gale S-R.
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