I had one English teacher that could have been really good for me. I regrert that I did nothing to get more out of her class. I can name all the factors, 1) I was horribly shy 2) She had a reputation for hateing kids ( which has got to be the most absurd rumor that can happen about a teacher) 3) I always ended up with an A - so I never knew I needed help 4) there were over 30 kids in the classroom - and that was only one of the 5 or 6 sections she taught. It was going to be up to me.
however, since I am brillant now, none of this matters. except that I still spell horribly and I can't dependably write a gramtical sentence.
I'm amazed you didn't go after my use of "blunderbuss."
No, a blunderbuss is still legit for 18th and early 19th century:
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Bubble wine is my personal choice for memorable times, happy and sad. And sometimes it is just tasty.
All times, for me. I've got a bottle of '99 Dom, Mumm's, and Veuve. Which I have to move to SF. NYE, anyone?
I'm just so sick of parents going "over my head" if they don't like the grade their son/daughter is getting.
I've started getting letters from family lawyers saying that they are "very concerned" that Joe Freshman wasn't graded fairly in my class and wouldn't I rather resolve this informally. I forward the letters to the University Counsel to add to her collection. The lawyers never pursue it, it's just a random stab at intimidation.
I can't imagine doing that and have, imo, had teachers be unfair to me because of The Chair Thing. But I felt like I could not prove it so set my attention to kicking ass in their classes instead. And I did, mostly, because "fuck you" always has been a strong motivator for me, if not my favorite.
