Actually I hate going to bed and I hate getting up. It's a no win situation for me.
This is me.
I had conference yesterday morning with Brendon's team. All of his teachers rock this year. I've said this before, but I have been very lucky with the quality of public school teachers we have had with the boys. Now in 4th and 5th Brendon had teachers that were more than a little burnt out. It happens. In both private and public school I personally had some wonderful teachers and some that were going through the motions.
And the teacher in the sort of like a magnet school who was a whacked out loon and taught Child Development and said that women "made" men rape because women have something about them that drives certain men crazy and these men have to have a release. When pressed for more details she admitted that children who are molested do the same thing. It wasn't an intentional thing, she tried to explain, but a woman might smell a certain way or move in a manner. She didn't last at the school very long.
I'm not sure that whacked out loon is going far enough!
I went to public school and had excellent, good, mediocre and indifferent teachers. A whole mix. What I thought was weird was that I wanted to be a teacher, and the guidance department really discouraged it and put it down as a profession, saying "You're smart enough to do something better than be a teacher" Since most of them were once teachers, I was puzzled. I am not sure if they felt that way or just REALLY wanted me to be an engineer. It was the early, so it seemed like there was a lot of "we need female engineers" going on. And now, in real life, I am a secretary, not an engineer.
I had a science teacher in middle school that hated teaching and kids. She was a miserable woman who made her students miserable. She called me up to the front of the class and then in a not so quiet voice called me a space cadet. At some point there was a discussion about The Jetsons and some kid was convinced the boy was Leroy and not Elroy and this teacher called the kid Leroy for awhile.
Mom worked at the middle school and she said the other teachers didn't know why this woman was a teacher. The teacher talked about changing careers or going back to school and never did, she wasn't married, didn't have kids, so she didn't have the kinds of obligations other teachers did. She probably just liked being miserable.
I had a teacher in elementary school like that. She was a good teacher in spite of it (I owe everything I know about grammar to her), but as far as I could tell, she hated children. There were 2 or 3 kids in every class who she liked (all of my siblings had her too, and had the same experience), and the rest of us could go hang.
Unfortunatly my junior year I got stuck with the stereotypical male math teacher who spends all his energy on the guys and kind of ignores the girls.
He'd play chess with the guys that finished first and our only extra credit were those stupid logic puzzles where you have to figure out who went to the party or what people ate based on "Sandy can eat 5 pies in one sitting. Julie can eat 3 less pies than Deborah. Stan can eat twice as many pies as brown haired girls. Not all brown haired girls eat pie." etc
I could never get those right.
"Sandy can eat 5 pies in one sitting. Julie can eat 3 less pies than Deborah. Stan can eat twice as many pies as brown haired girls. Not all brown haired girls eat pie." etc
Those were my FAVORITE! They were always so random (deliberately, to make us use the formal logic, but still) -- If the turtle wins the kite-flying contest, he can play the piccolo. All piccolo players wear cowboy boots.
One of my favorite teachers was a guy who taught upper-level French. He was so funny and bright, but he was so burned out by the time I had him. We were supposed to be reading Les Mis and Bonjour Tristesse (it was French lit, not grammar), but he didn't really care if we did. On tests, he'd settle for a French sentence that translated into "My dog has fleas" if it was grammatically correct. You could just tell he knew that maybe one of us really cared -- graduation on the horizon! languages are just a requirement! -- about French, and he wasn't going to push it. But you could talk to him about anything.
I used to cut that class all the time. And if he saw me in the hall, he'd say, "Quiz on Thursday. You might want to pencil it in." Died of a brain tumor shortly after a I graduated.
