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I still wake up in a cold sweat when I remember my music teacher. Mostly because of her, I have such a cool and unpretentious attitude towards music in general.
But, generally, I didn't have any problems with teachers at school, knock on wood. And the boys didn't bother anyone much, mostly just the substitute teachers or in music or computer science. But for some reason, now I have mostly negative memories of 95% of my classmates and teachers, although I wasn't exactly being BULLIED (they teased me, of course, one unpleasant girl constantly bothered me with all sorts of nasty things, but overall, it was more of a neutral attitude).
Russian language and literature - excellent. In literature, you could draw, we usually sat quietly, the teacher would start talking about something, and everyone would listen, sometimes she would engage in educational activities, she was our class teacher. I loved her at school.
Mathematics - the headmistress taught it. Strict. She treated me well, but she didn't really like my friend and constantly gave her C's. Another, even stricter, woman sometimes substituted for her, and I almost got into a fight with her once (I'm not exaggerating!), and then she greeted me until the end of school. I was bored with her, she explained new topics unclearly, she liked to spend half the lesson at the blackboard explaining to some smart student why 2+2=4, and I would finish solving the problems and just sit there drawing.
History and social studies - it was great with the first teacher. No, I didn't like it when she started complaining that everything was bad and everyone was an idiot, but I didn't really listen to her, I just did what I always did. If I had few good grades, I would read a paragraph before the lesson and during the lesson, I would say something smart, luckily she asked questions randomly, and I could somehow manage to get by. In high school, a new teacher came, who also worked part-time, and complained even more about how everyone was an idiot, and we were all degenerates. In class, we would take tests that he read aloud (!), and he would deduct a point from the grade for each mistake (I still remember how he sat me down in front of him so I wouldn't help others, and I raised my hand behind my back and pointed to the numbers of the answers). But he liked to talk, and sometimes we could draw, although the class was well-visible.
Biology - she asked questions at the blackboard, she liked to walk around the class, it was difficult to draw, but she explained clearly and gave grades fairly.
Chemistry - everyone except me and a couple of other people dropped out of the first teacher's class because we were lucky and we managed to become friends with her. At first, we didn't get along, she liked to pick on me, and I clearly annoyed her, although I don't know why, I behaved as usual, and even tried to make a good impression. I didn't like how she taught the lessons, some of the quite easy topics took the smartest students three or four times to understand (I'm judging by myself), she gave 95% of the class failing grades on the first test because the formatting was wrong, then she finally explained how to format it, and when she gave me a failing grade again, even though the formatting was correct, I couldn't take it anymore and told her everything I thought at the first opportunity, almost shoving the test in her face. Yes, we became friends after that incident, you guessed it. Then, unfortunately, she died (despite my complaints, I felt sorry for her), and for the remaining half a year, we had a random teacher who explained well, showed interesting films, and I helped my friend improve her grade because the new teacher didn't notice and didn't stop me from sitting next to her.
Geography and economics - I have mixed impressions, in geography, we mostly answered questions at the blackboard, drew outline maps, and memorized the names of capitals, it was a bit boring and monotonous. I only started to understand economics towards the end of the year when I finally read the textbook, and I got along more or less well with her.
Art and life safety - it was more or less adequate, taught by some deputy director, a strict, Nordic woman. In life safety, we wrote short lectures, but I was fine with it, I could draw.
Music - I have no words for the first teacher, only emotions, and they are not polite. The second one was good, she also taught art history, it was relaxed and quite interesting.
Art history - after the first good teacher, some glamorous man taught it, and I don't remember much about it. By that time, I had already studied 95% of the course in art school in a similar subject, so I just sat there, daydreamed, and was bored.
English - it was a bit strange, but okay, I still learned English by watching 26 seasons of classic "Doctor Who" with subtitles. The teacher tried to explain something to us, quite clearly, and even had us listen a couple of times, but mostly she complained that the program didn't include listening comprehension and that everything was hopeless.
Physical education - it's the only subject in which I have a C on my certificate. And that's only for the ninth grade, because in the eleventh grade, they just gave up on me and added the necessary number of A's, and the teacher also changed. Here, I don't know, it depends on the teacher or whether I'm just that unathletic, but the lessons were a quiet horror, you couldn't even draw. I just did something for show, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't run or jump, I hated ball games, and if I was left as an extra player and sat on the bench, that was the best lesson of my life, I could even hide somewhere behind the equipment or make a house out of mats.
Technology - 10/10, I recommend it. I enjoy doing crafts, but at home, there are always more interesting things to do, so I don't sew or knit, although I could. And in class, there's not much to do, you just need to sew, knit, or embroider, plus the theory of housekeeping and women's crafts is an interesting topic for me. If I weren't such a lazy person with a love for Skyrim and websites with jokes, I would probably sit and sew all sorts of cool things for myself.
Physics - the teachers changed periodically, but it was okay, although I never really liked it, but I respected it a lot. I started to understand the subject closer to university, and I started to like it, but now 95% of the formulas and laws are incomprehensible again. I especially liked the experiments, I remember when my friend got sick, and I was the only one who assembled the electrical circuit, it was the best physics lesson of my life.
I recommend more practice and interesting films in class, it's a cool topic, and the kids won't be too much of a nuisance, and the teacher can relax a bit.
But, generally, I didn't have any problems with teachers at school, knock on wood. And the boys didn't bother anyone much, mostly just the substitute teachers or in music or computer science. But for some reason, now I have mostly negative memories of 95% of my classmates and teachers, although I wasn't exactly being BULLIED (they teased me, of course, one unpleasant girl constantly bothered me with all sorts of nasty things, but overall, it was more of a neutral attitude).
Russian language and literature - excellent. In literature, you could draw, we usually sat quietly, the teacher would start talking about something, and everyone would listen, sometimes she would engage in educational activities, she was our class teacher. I loved her at school.
Mathematics - the headmistress taught it. Strict. She treated me well, but she didn't really like my friend and constantly gave her C's. Another, even stricter, woman sometimes substituted for her, and I almost got into a fight with her once (I'm not exaggerating!), and then she greeted me until the end of school. I was bored with her, she explained new topics unclearly, she liked to spend half the lesson at the blackboard explaining to some smart student why 2+2=4, and I would finish solving the problems and just sit there drawing.
History and social studies - it was great with the first teacher. No, I didn't like it when she started complaining that everything was bad and everyone was an idiot, but I didn't really listen to her, I just did what I always did. If I had few good grades, I would read a paragraph before the lesson and during the lesson, I would say something smart, luckily she asked questions randomly, and I could somehow manage to get by. In high school, a new teacher came, who also worked part-time, and complained even more about how everyone was an idiot, and we were all degenerates. In class, we would take tests that he read aloud (!), and he would deduct a point from the grade for each mistake (I still remember how he sat me down in front of him so I wouldn't help others, and I raised my hand behind my back and pointed to the numbers of the answers). But he liked to talk, and sometimes we could draw, although the class was well-visible.
Biology - she asked questions at the blackboard, she liked to walk around the class, it was difficult to draw, but she explained clearly and gave grades fairly.
Chemistry - everyone except me and a couple of other people dropped out of the first teacher's class because we were lucky and we managed to become friends with her. At first, we didn't get along, she liked to pick on me, and I clearly annoyed her, although I don't know why, I behaved as usual, and even tried to make a good impression. I didn't like how she taught the lessons, some of the quite easy topics took the smartest students three or four times to understand (I'm judging by myself), she gave 95% of the class failing grades on the first test because the formatting was wrong, then she finally explained how to format it, and when she gave me a failing grade again, even though the formatting was correct, I couldn't take it anymore and told her everything I thought at the first opportunity, almost shoving the test in her face. Yes, we became friends after that incident, you guessed it. Then, unfortunately, she died (despite my complaints, I felt sorry for her), and for the remaining half a year, we had a random teacher who explained well, showed interesting films, and I helped my friend improve her grade because the new teacher didn't notice and didn't stop me from sitting next to her.
Geography and economics - I have mixed impressions, in geography, we mostly answered questions at the blackboard, drew outline maps, and memorized the names of capitals, it was a bit boring and monotonous. I only started to understand economics towards the end of the year when I finally read the textbook, and I got along more or less well with her.
Art and life safety - it was more or less adequate, taught by some deputy director, a strict, Nordic woman. In life safety, we wrote short lectures, but I was fine with it, I could draw.
Music - I have no words for the first teacher, only emotions, and they are not polite. The second one was good, she also taught art history, it was relaxed and quite interesting.
Art history - after the first good teacher, some glamorous man taught it, and I don't remember much about it. By that time, I had already studied 95% of the course in art school in a similar subject, so I just sat there, daydreamed, and was bored.
English - it was a bit strange, but okay, I still learned English by watching 26 seasons of classic "Doctor Who" with subtitles. The teacher tried to explain something to us, quite clearly, and even had us listen a couple of times, but mostly she complained that the program didn't include listening comprehension and that everything was hopeless.
Physical education - it's the only subject in which I have a C on my certificate. And that's only for the ninth grade, because in the eleventh grade, they just gave up on me and added the necessary number of A's, and the teacher also changed. Here, I don't know, it depends on the teacher or whether I'm just that unathletic, but the lessons were a quiet horror, you couldn't even draw. I just did something for show, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't run or jump, I hated ball games, and if I was left as an extra player and sat on the bench, that was the best lesson of my life, I could even hide somewhere behind the equipment or make a house out of mats.
Technology - 10/10, I recommend it. I enjoy doing crafts, but at home, there are always more interesting things to do, so I don't sew or knit, although I could. And in class, there's not much to do, you just need to sew, knit, or embroider, plus the theory of housekeeping and women's crafts is an interesting topic for me. If I weren't such a lazy person with a love for Skyrim and websites with jokes, I would probably sit and sew all sorts of cool things for myself.
Physics - the teachers changed periodically, but it was okay, although I never really liked it, but I respected it a lot. I started to understand the subject closer to university, and I started to like it, but now 95% of the formulas and laws are incomprehensible again. I especially liked the experiments, I remember when my friend got sick, and I was the only one who assembled the electrical circuit, it was the best physics lesson of my life.
I recommend more practice and interesting films in class, it's a cool topic, and the kids won't be too much of a nuisance, and the teacher can relax a bit.
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