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by ½á´Ï | 10.06.07 05:28




  A few days ago, there was a little happening which officially marked the "I hate geometry class" days. I've always liked math, until this year that is. Our geometry teacher is ..Well, let's just put it as "a temperamental teacher".


  Her mood swings strike often, and you can never predict when. Especially these days with the math regent coming up.


  Whenever we are taking tests in her class, she getsvery sensitive. When someone asks her a question or tells her there is a mistake in the test she made, she gets angry.


  Two days ago, she even took off points from my homework because I handed it in at the end of class.


  Seriously? The only reason I handed in at the end was because I thought I lost it. With her serious mood swings, I was scared that she would yell in front of the whole class.


  What kind of ignorant student will say, "Oops, I lost my homework, sorry," to a teacher who you know is goingto blow her head off over such things? Although she is not my favorite teacher, I do feel bad for her.


  She never got married nor had any children, so I guess it is normal for her to act that way. She really thinks of us as her children, almost to the point where it feels like a burden to us. We try to be understanding, but we students have limits too.


  I'm getting a little bit whiny here, but I am just trying to let out all the feelings that I felt inside of me, so please be a bit understanding. She's not the best at explaining rules that apply to geometry either.


  I once had to repeat the question 5 times until she understood the problem and correctly explained it to the class. Now, I don't even bother to ask during class I stay after.


  Hopefully things will get better around here in geometry class, and one of us will fulfill our geometry teacher's dream of getting a hundred: "Just once!" She would say. "Just this once!"


 



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