I've had a few sucky profs;
My middle school math teacher (whose name blissfully eludes me) also would not give me points on an exam unless I used hermethod of solving problems.
However, I have a learning disability in math; I have trouble keeping the letters and numbers in the right places. I had a tutor who showed me how to solve problems and not lose track of the numbers. In spite of the fact I have a documented disability, she refused to accept my alternative method in spite of the fact I got every answer right. Completely turned me off of math. (Oh, and if you're wondering why I didn't cite ADA, this was pre ADA).
My high school algebra teacher is just as much of a bitch. She was a horrible teacher, not too patient. I was failing her class horribly, and I was getting desperate--if I didn't pass her class, I'd have to take another year of math and I was so done with the subject.
I went to her and asked for extra help, she promised to tutor me during study hall. Later that day, I come into class and sit down in my usual seat, pull out a book and start to read (I always read until class started, then put the book away).
Well, the cover of the book I was reading was the same color as my math text (both hardbacks). I raise my hand and asked a question, and the teacher snaps, "Perhaps you'd know the answer already if you'd open your math book instead of reading during class."
With a stone cold expression, I slammed my math book closed. You could've heard a pin drop. She was all over herself trying to apologize, but I was done. She ended up giving me a D for the course, but it was a stretch . . . I was failing. I think she actually felt bad over the way she treated me.
Yet another math prof story . . . .
I took Statistics in college (pre-req for my nursing program). The prof assigns a 1 page paper on some math issue. Bear in mind, this was pre-home computer (yes I am dating myself). I had a type writer. I wrote the draft on notebook paper, and typed it up. My typerwriter had a 12 point (elite) font. I went one line over one page. So I staple it together, and hand it in.
Next in class, prof hands papers back. My grade: 0. I asked why. His response? You didn't follow instructions. Bastard.
Later that year, a club I was in was doing a fundraiser. Our advisor donated a junker, and we were selling whacks with a sledgehammer for a buck--all the whacks you could muster. We even offered spray paint so you could put the object of your affection on the car for a target. Loved the look on that prof's face when he wandered by and saw me beating the hell out of his name on that car!
My middle school math teacher (whose name blissfully eludes me) also would not give me points on an exam unless I used hermethod of solving problems.
However, I have a learning disability in math; I have trouble keeping the letters and numbers in the right places. I had a tutor who showed me how to solve problems and not lose track of the numbers. In spite of the fact I have a documented disability, she refused to accept my alternative method in spite of the fact I got every answer right. Completely turned me off of math. (Oh, and if you're wondering why I didn't cite ADA, this was pre ADA).
My high school algebra teacher is just as much of a bitch. She was a horrible teacher, not too patient. I was failing her class horribly, and I was getting desperate--if I didn't pass her class, I'd have to take another year of math and I was so done with the subject.
I went to her and asked for extra help, she promised to tutor me during study hall. Later that day, I come into class and sit down in my usual seat, pull out a book and start to read (I always read until class started, then put the book away).
Well, the cover of the book I was reading was the same color as my math text (both hardbacks). I raise my hand and asked a question, and the teacher snaps, "Perhaps you'd know the answer already if you'd open your math book instead of reading during class."
With a stone cold expression, I slammed my math book closed. You could've heard a pin drop. She was all over herself trying to apologize, but I was done. She ended up giving me a D for the course, but it was a stretch . . . I was failing. I think she actually felt bad over the way she treated me.
Yet another math prof story . . . .
I took Statistics in college (pre-req for my nursing program). The prof assigns a 1 page paper on some math issue. Bear in mind, this was pre-home computer (yes I am dating myself). I had a type writer. I wrote the draft on notebook paper, and typed it up. My typerwriter had a 12 point (elite) font. I went one line over one page. So I staple it together, and hand it in.
Next in class, prof hands papers back. My grade: 0. I asked why. His response? You didn't follow instructions. Bastard.
Later that year, a club I was in was doing a fundraiser. Our advisor donated a junker, and we were selling whacks with a sledgehammer for a buck--all the whacks you could muster. We even offered spray paint so you could put the object of your affection on the car for a target. Loved the look on that prof's face when he wandered by and saw me beating the hell out of his name on that car!
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