Published on 12, July, 2020
I'm just watching this Yo Samdy Sam video and already noticing (in spite of her posh, private school education - privilege alert!) that many of the teachers' observations are almost exaclty the same as on my own. Almost eerily, in fact, although I went to a very rough comprehensive in the North East of England. My reports were, on the face of it, rather good, but there are some little asides which indicate constant high levels of anxiety combined with my supposed "giftedness" (I was actually terrified into appearing "gifted", I now think). When I look back, I'm getting more of a feeling of, "My goodness - what did they do to me?" Very interesting, I think, And I'll probably reflect some more on this as I watch the rest. My "giftedness" didn't exactly carry over into most of the workplaces I got myself trapped in and I then experienced decades of anxiety and fairly poor mental health. So... and if you care to share, how was it for you? www.youtube.com/watch
Apologies if this is going a little off-topic... There was a Maths teacher at my secondary school who was (to put it politely) a bit of a character. To this day, I am convinced that he thought he was teaching a class full of university students. Toward the end of the 2nd year, there had been an exam. Not one person in the class scored higher than 30%. As his reaction was to scream at us that we should have been paying more attention, I think one can safely assume that it hadn't occurred to him to consider that maybe he needed to adapt the way he taught Maths.
Maths teachers and short tempers seem to go together in my mind. Or maybe those are the only ones I ever experienced or heard about and most are lovely.
Shardovan said:Maths teachers and short tempers seem to go together in my mind
I would have to agree. For the final 3 years of secondary school, I had an absolute dragon of a Maths teacher, who caused me many a sleepless night. She had a daughter at the school in the same year as me... A lovely girl, but when I was in her company, I felt I had to refrain from letting off steam about her mum to my inner circle of friends.
Sounds stressful, and I can relate. Maths was the one subject where I was on the 'keep an eye on these ones' table right at the front. It used to stress me out so much and yet the strangest thing was that that almost created an emeregency cut-out in me where the adrenaline would burn out mid-class and I'd start to fall asleep. Then she'd loudly rap the table and yell 'WAKE UP!' I honestly couldn't help it, and would be fighting to stay awake after a minute or two after that even. I remember at the every end of school she said some minor pleasantry to me in the corridor and it was nice to see her more human side. At least I could tell with her that she didn't want to fail even the most hopeless cases. Whereas my 1st year (or Year 8 as they say in the rest of the British Isles) maths teacher just plainly couldn't stand me. I think I was annoyingly timid as well as numerically challenged and that combination, plus my gormless pre-orthodontist face, was - I had the distinct impression - like nails down a blackboard to her.