teacher analysis
I do realize, of course, that it's already been about two and a half months since school started, so one might consider me a bit behind. But hey, better late than never. Or is it that it's never too late?
Hatten: She's nice, fair, and understanding if we're a bit late. Capable and competent. Or so I first believed. The class is many miles away from close to being as student-governed as I had expected. It can be fun, but it could also be hell. I was so frustrated at one point from the tangle of conflicting instructions we received that I wanted to drop the, but it was already past the three-week deadline and I had spent so much time trying to get enrolled in that I didn't feel like going through all that crud again. Stuck it out and now here I am, a groggy miserable wretch for the next seven months.
Sykes: I've never been so fascinated watching someone ramble off topic. I loathe Webass. The. woman. is. fucking. nuts. She drives me up the wall screaming in pure agony as thousands of tiny miniscule silver bullets pierce my bruised and unhappy skin. There were times when I almost liked her, because she's funny, but then she's also stupid. Not in terms of intelligence, but her attitude is simply horse shit. We used to think the worst combination possible would be Coleman Knight + Popplewell. Yeah? Meet Sykes. Not quite a combination, but she certainly possesses the qualities of both. She has the modesty of CK and the mad teaching skills of Popplewell. Oh, and she doesn't shut up. It takes almost .002 nanoseconds to derail her train of thought and send her rambling off about her kid or her life story or the epic tale of her birth or something or another. I think what I hate most is that I don't understand the material.
Tsuji: The majority of the class already knew her and so they loved her from Day 1. She seems really cool and nice, but her instructions can be irritatingly vague. The workload isn't light. It's nice to have a class that will moan and gripe and persuade her to change the date for this or that, and let's cut some slack here and move this there, and so on.
Buell: Basically the same as last year. She's nice and sympathizes with her students. The thing about Buell is that she's relaxed around her students and enjoys talking to us. Class isn't easy and it's getting a bit more difficult, which isn't fun because I feel like I've already been trampled on by so many teachers that I'll never be prepared enough. Hope I could make it next year.
Bylo: The woman has some sort of freak obsession with group projects. The workload isn't difficult, but it is constant and it feels like we never stop working. Bylo herself is nice and reminded me strongly of Miss Keller, though the resemblance has faded now. She's organized, and when things don't always go the way she expects them to she gets upset or unhappy. Talks out loud to herself sometimes, which I don't mind and find rather amusing. Her instructions are extremely clear and precise, though sometimes I think she expects too much of us, especially considering how 1/3 of the class is made of ESL students. Curriculum would be more interesting if the assignments weren't so tedious and we didn't keep repeating the same bull over and over again. I think we could all be more effective learners if she stopped parroting what "studies have shown" and just simply lectured us.
Kline: Okay, what is there to say about a PE teacher? Seems like a good guy, save the fact that he did absolutely jack shit about me and my stolen lock. Which was undoubtedly stolen because someone's crap was in my locker and I didn't report it, which is my fault, true, but I can't say it was my fault that on the day the lockers were assigned, there were two sheets with the same numbers on them, ergo assigning two students per locker. Funny how no one noticed until fifth period. Actually that's not funny at all because I end up getting screwed over, but hey that's life.
Takacs: This is the one class I enjoy. In fact, I sometimes have the time of my life in there. That is, once a week on Thursdays due to Block. Usually I'm in a good mood (for that period alone, oddly) and I have fun in the class. Things like having my own giant desk and sitting in the back row all alone make my day. Now that I look back, math has always been the class I crack up the most in for the past 3.3 years.
Hatten: She's nice, fair, and understanding if we're a bit late. Capable and competent. Or so I first believed. The class is many miles away from close to being as student-governed as I had expected. It can be fun, but it could also be hell. I was so frustrated at one point from the tangle of conflicting instructions we received that I wanted to drop the, but it was already past the three-week deadline and I had spent so much time trying to get enrolled in that I didn't feel like going through all that crud again. Stuck it out and now here I am, a groggy miserable wretch for the next seven months.
Sykes: I've never been so fascinated watching someone ramble off topic. I loathe Webass. The. woman. is. fucking. nuts. She drives me up the wall screaming in pure agony as thousands of tiny miniscule silver bullets pierce my bruised and unhappy skin. There were times when I almost liked her, because she's funny, but then she's also stupid. Not in terms of intelligence, but her attitude is simply horse shit. We used to think the worst combination possible would be Coleman Knight + Popplewell. Yeah? Meet Sykes. Not quite a combination, but she certainly possesses the qualities of both. She has the modesty of CK and the mad teaching skills of Popplewell. Oh, and she doesn't shut up. It takes almost .002 nanoseconds to derail her train of thought and send her rambling off about her kid or her life story or the epic tale of her birth or something or another. I think what I hate most is that I don't understand the material.
Tsuji: The majority of the class already knew her and so they loved her from Day 1. She seems really cool and nice, but her instructions can be irritatingly vague. The workload isn't light. It's nice to have a class that will moan and gripe and persuade her to change the date for this or that, and let's cut some slack here and move this there, and so on.
Buell: Basically the same as last year. She's nice and sympathizes with her students. The thing about Buell is that she's relaxed around her students and enjoys talking to us. Class isn't easy and it's getting a bit more difficult, which isn't fun because I feel like I've already been trampled on by so many teachers that I'll never be prepared enough. Hope I could make it next year.
Bylo: The woman has some sort of freak obsession with group projects. The workload isn't difficult, but it is constant and it feels like we never stop working. Bylo herself is nice and reminded me strongly of Miss Keller, though the resemblance has faded now. She's organized, and when things don't always go the way she expects them to she gets upset or unhappy. Talks out loud to herself sometimes, which I don't mind and find rather amusing. Her instructions are extremely clear and precise, though sometimes I think she expects too much of us, especially considering how 1/3 of the class is made of ESL students. Curriculum would be more interesting if the assignments weren't so tedious and we didn't keep repeating the same bull over and over again. I think we could all be more effective learners if she stopped parroting what "studies have shown" and just simply lectured us.
Kline: Okay, what is there to say about a PE teacher? Seems like a good guy, save the fact that he did absolutely jack shit about me and my stolen lock. Which was undoubtedly stolen because someone's crap was in my locker and I didn't report it, which is my fault, true, but I can't say it was my fault that on the day the lockers were assigned, there were two sheets with the same numbers on them, ergo assigning two students per locker. Funny how no one noticed until fifth period. Actually that's not funny at all because I end up getting screwed over, but hey that's life.
Takacs: This is the one class I enjoy. In fact, I sometimes have the time of my life in there. That is, once a week on Thursdays due to Block. Usually I'm in a good mood (for that period alone, oddly) and I have fun in the class. Things like having my own giant desk and sitting in the back row all alone make my day. Now that I look back, math has always been the class I crack up the most in for the past 3.3 years.
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