| | So I'm taking Calculus nightschool to upgrade my mark. I don't care
what you've heard about taking nightschool, you're probably wrong. I
expected:
- a really relaxed teacher who just wants to get kids into university and get a paycheque
- a class full of kids who are in a similar situation as me, which would make the class easier
- overall something really different from dayschool
I
walk into class, and stopped. Everybody in my class was 25+ with mad
facial hair. Half of them looked like they had kids. Mind you this is
at City Adult Learning Centre: this was expected. I went to the back of
the class immediately and sat down. My teacher comes out, he's this old
brown guy, maybe 70+. He had a really serious skin condition and parts
of his skin are brown while the other half was blotchy white. He spoke
extremely slowly and wandered off topic a lot to his childhood in
India. He was also thinning a bit at the top and liked to make fun of
his students because well: it's funny. He spent the first day just
talking about how to write your name properly, last name first all in
capitals. ING ERIC, I wrote on all my work. I felt alive.
First
few classes were pretty easy. He wrote in huge letters really slowly
when he forgot his glasses. Instead of writing dy/dx he wrote "a little
bit of y, over a little bit of x". When I saw that I knew I was in the
right place to get that mark. This was like kindergarten Calculus. I
was delighted. He gave us an assignment that class and announced there
was a test next class. I did the assignment and studied for the test.
I
walked in the next day and sat down in the back behind all the men with
facial hair. The teacher was not there yet, this was no surprise. He
usually liked to go out and chill and have some coffee before class. I
also noticed there were twice as men bearded men around me as usual. I
glanced around the room: it was as if two classes merged into one.
In
stepped the teacher. This big tall brown dude with glasses and a
serious chinstrap. He looked angry. I freaked out, who was this guy? He
immediately started writing some intense stuff on the board and didn't
stop for the first hour. This guy was ten times as intense as my
dayschool teacher. I was screwed. When he stopped to change markers I
asked him where my teacher went. He looked me straight in the eye and
said,
"I'm your teacher now!" Grinning.
"Do we have to hand that assignment in?" I asked.
"No. I give you no assignment." continuing to grin with his accent.
That
kinda pissed me off. I did that assignment for nothing. We went
downstairs to get our textbooks. He told us once we get those we have
the rest of the day to write our tests. Too bad it took everybody an
hour to get those damn textbooks. Oh shit.
He threw the test on
the table. I was confused as hell because I studied all night but
nothing on the test looked familiar. I started writing and before you
know it it was the end of the period. Everybody around me looked
completely calm. That test was hard as hell and scared the shit out of
me.
After trying to figure out a million ways to get out of this
class which I realized was going to now be terrifying, I figured I
could take family studies in nightschool and scrape to get my credit in
dayschool. Yes I am still taking Calculus in dayschool, I am not
allowed to drop it until March 31st. I do not need to apply to
university with a Calculus credit. I would be okay.
Back in dayschool.
Eric: Hey Mr. Whiddon would you give me the credit even though I haven't done any work in this class in 3 weeks?
Mr. Whiddon, behind his chinstrap: Ahahaha silly boy. Beg to get a 45%. Now go crawl back to your corner.
After
the Guidance office stomped on the idea of changing nigthschool
coursses: I realized I was stuck with Mr. Chinstrap in nightschool
forever. I started panicking, what if I don't get a mark high enough?
I'll never get into University. I decided it was nightschool do or die.
At this point in time I had tried running and that didn't work so I'm
trying to run again in another direction and that wasn't working
either.
I came to class the next day and instead of another
test I got a supply teacher. Thank god. She told us there was a test
first thing after the March Break. After ruining the final hours of my
March Break studying my ass off for this test, then waking up the next
day at 12PM (sleeping through my morning classes), then studying
afterschool some more, I came to class ready to whoop Chapter 2's ass.
Hardcore.
I walk in and guess who's standing at the front of my class? The old brown dude with the skin condition.
Eric: Hi Sir, do we have a test today?
Teacher: No no, don't worry about it. We will not do a test on Chapter 2.
Eric: Do you want me to hand in that assignment you gave us a month ago?
Teacher: Yes I will give you free marks for it.
I don't believe in god, but lets look at the fact.
- I suck at Calculus so I run from my problems by taking nightschool.
-
God makes nightschool seem easy and shit to get me thinking I won, so
I'm all relaxed thinking I made the right choice then BAM
- Hard ass teacher comes in, beats my ass with a test, doesn't accept any of the work I've done,
- I try to run again, my dayschool makes that impossible, again I am criticized for slacking off
- I learned my lesson, I'm studying and shit working like crazy, ready for the next ass beating
-
Walk into class, there's my old teacher, he wants my old assignment so
he can give me marks and cancelled the test for good, all that work for
nothing
Wow God has a funny sense of humour. |
| | Posted 3/19/2007 8:45 PM - 34 Views - 10 eProps - 6 comments
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