In my time at CCBC, I have had several instructors that I have either passionately liked or disliked. Some were a joy to work with, having a clear passion in their area of study and instructing with a contagious fervor; others had “by-the-book” grading policies, and would give me zero points for answers I would support with recent scientific journals from respectable sources if the aged and inaccurate book assigned to the class disagreed. While I may learn the most about a given topic from an enjoyable, energetic instructor, I learned a great deal about myself and the way I wish to interact with people from a teacher that I often couldn’t decide if I adored or despised.
During my first coding course at CCBC, at the age of 16, I was greatly
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“What does it matter which order I declare my integer variables,” I would ask, “The program works perfectly either way.” My professor, I quickly learned, was a “my way or the highway” kind of teacher. To avoid lost points for formatting, I would often go to her office hours and ask her to review my assignment before I submitted it electronically. She was very helpful, pointing out ways that I could optimize the code so as to reduce my own workload in the future. She was borderline rude at times, though never to me. When a student seated next to me failed to understand a relatively basic math principal and its use in programming, my teacher pointedly asked, “Didn’t you learn this in the third grade?” much to the student’s …show more content…
During her office hours, she sometimes asked me about my experiences homeschooling and my thoughts as to advantages and disadvantages. She would ask me about my plans for the future. Once, she told me privately that “Not everybody can learn programming, no matter how hard they try, but you have it.”
Other students opinions’ of her varied drastically, from mean to difficult to funny to racist. The only discrimination I ever saw her exhibit, however, was based on either skill or communication she received from the student. Those students who joked with her or returned her sassy comments were often spoken to in a lighter manor than those who got defensive or simply became silent.
This taught me about both the way I want to carry myself when I instruct so as not to insult my students, as well as how to better interact with teachers. Assignment and test grades are only part of the final grade - the rest is how much the teacher likes you based on communication and how hard you try. While different teachers prefer different kinds of interaction with their students, learning and adapting to their style and preference has helped me tremendously in my classes so
As described by Rose, in his vocational track, students were constantly yelled at, for example the P.E teacher, in some cases it relates to the lesson that the syst...
She honestly cares about all her students and makes the effort to learn about them as well. She made me actually enjoy going to her class, despite it was on a Thursday night. In addition, I didn’t mind doing all her assignments because
Throughout the semester i only learned few new things but i did improve and solidify my skill of writing. Before my first year of college my skills have always undermined by other high school english teachers and with that came disappointing grades. I am writing this paper as a reflection of the semester and the progress i have made as a writer. I now understand many things that my high school teachers have done a poor job demonstrating and i am grateful that i decided to take my own route in my education instead of their syllabus. I entered the semester with anxiety that i would perform as i did before but i clearly outdid my own expectations by receiving top grades on my essays.
The best kind of teachers are the ones who not only care about how you grow in their class, but how you grow as a person. A good teacher teaches us how to write essays and take notes. A great teacher teaches us skills that carry us throughout our life. They teach the kinds of skills that make us better people and better leaders. I have been blessed to have a teacher who wants to see me excel in all aspects of my junior high and high school career and not just in her class. Ruthi McGarry would not be classified as just a teacher, she is more than a teacher, she was a student, a mother , a rape victim, No matter who you were Mrs. Mcgarry would draw you into her own little family and treat you like a child of her own. Thousands of kids could tell
In class we mainly had group discusses and I felt she talked a lot and had a very loud opinion about other people 's thoughts and ideas. For example, we were talking about Beyoncé and average black person 's experience with racial relation in the United States. One of the boys in the class said something along the lines of Beyoncé knows nothing about the black experience because she has never suffered, been poor or struggled a day in her life. That when she bluntly said, "who are you to say Beyoncé doesn 't know the black experience!". Once she made those comments towards our male classmate I started to examine attribution, which allowed me to try and identify the causes of the way she acted. In doing so I was trying to gain knowledge of her dispositions. In other words, I was trying to figure out was she acted so harshly towards someone who was simply sharing his opinion (Baron &Branscombre, 2012). I was really taken back by her comment because I felt that the male student had the right to his opinion whether she agreed with it or not. Also, the class got really silence and even the professor didn 't know how to react to that, so we just decided to move on. Because of this I was quick to think she was quite rude and I felt she would be mean as well, therefore I concluded we probably would never be
To begin with, Mrs. McAllister was as compassionate as one could be. She always went out of her way to get to know each and everyone of her students. In the fourth grade, all 14 of us were put into a class for the “gifted and talented”. None of us had ever been in a real class like this before. She did her best to help us adapt to the different and more challenging environment. Mrs. McAllister understood that we were not like the other classes and knew exactly how to treat us. When you had a problem as an individual in her class, it was in her best interest to make sure you were on the right path. Even with all the so called ‘drama’ us fourth
This was the first time I ever saw a teacher physically try to abuse a student. I had never really seen a teacher who didn’t care about his or her students’ well being. I stood up and yelled at the teacher about his behavior because I was so taken aback. I remember being filled with rage for a student being treated so poorly by a teacher, who coincidentally, was dating the student’s mother at the
As the time approached, my attitude toward student-teaching was one of confidence and in some ways overconfidence. I believed that I was equipped with all of the tools necessary to be a superior teacher. Little did I know what truly goes on behind the scenes of a teacher. Between grading papers, attending meetings, and preparing lessons, I would often feel overwhelmed. Still, student teaching would prove to be much more valuable than I anticipated. It would teach me to appreciate the wisdom of mentors and experienced teachers, value or being organized and prepared, and lastly the resilience of students.
In fifth grade the next year, I got Mrs. Holmes again along with Mrs. Smith as my teachers. Mrs. Holmes and her husband had just adopted the baby they had been waiting for; because of this, we had a really grumpy and rude sub every other week for the first half of the year that would punish us left and right for nothing. It was catastrophic! I don’t remember her name, but her name is really not wo...
... said that she had no idea “that we felt that were were treated poorly” and some other garbage about hurting our feelings. I didn’t believe them. One thing that bothered me was the whole ‘hurting my feelings’ thing. It seems so emotional and weird. In a way, this is pretty sad, because it shows how cold these people made to point where I consider being emotional odd or even annoying. Perhaps the best or the scariest, depending on what I do with it, thing that Mrs. X taught me that you can be very, very influential, especially when dealing with young people. Mrs. X probably knew it. Politicians know it. The media knows it. Every Civics teacher on the planet probably knows it. Now I know it. We will just have to see what I do with it. I plan to do good things with it, and prove to everyone that, despite my joking, I am truly not an especially violent person.
In my life, my favorite teachers were always the ones who taught lessons inside and outside the classroom. They taught us about our past, our language and the world around us for tests and quizzes while also teaching us how to navigate through life with their lessons that weren’t needed for our grades. For me, I wanted to be that kind of person. I knew I wanted to help others when they needed help, and I knew I wanted to do that as a teacher.
She was a wonderful teacher that went through a lot of information within one day. This in return, made it so you really had to study for the quizzes and homework that she would give out during the week. Now during this time I thought that this class was going to go smoothly and that I would just get it down without any troubles. But that wasn’t the case. I had a really hard time with our weekly quizzes and making sure I got a good grade. So when the teacher asked to talk to me after class I started to panic. This is when I realized that this criticism would help me within her class and make it so I was more successful within the learning experience. So when she pulled me aside she gave me some great tips on how to study for the quizzes and some tools that I could use to make sure I did well within the class. So as you can see criticism is a big part of communication and is
(9) Granted, these are very important aspects of school, but they are not the goal of education. My worst teacher played into the idea that one thing makes for a good student – a good grade. (8) I was taught in such a way that I was prepared for the test, did well, and have since forgotten the information. My favorite teacher, however, knew that students are smart in their own ways. Not everyone is good at every subject, but the knowledge lacking in that area is made up for in another. This teacher wanted to strengthen each student’s knowledge of the subject taught at hand to somewhat even the playing field in the world of education. I was pushed and made to think in order to truly grasp the concept of the subject I was studying. It was a harder class, but it was a class in which I have succeeded the most. This quality of education is what makes my favorite teacher the best that I have
...hings, including humanities class. My feelings towards her are similar to these of Zawodniak. I almost never wanted to try hard in her class, because I know that I can’t succeed in it. She makes me feel stupid a lot, which is the wrong way to act to a student. Her rude comments, laughing, and grading methods make me, as well as my other students, feel discouraged. No matter how much we studied, no on could ever do good in her class. Even if some teachers teach differently than others, all of them should want the student to feel confident about what they learned in the end. Mrs. Jones’s view is different in a negative way because she gets more joy out of watching students struggle than succeed. For these reasons, Mrs. Jones is the perfect example of a bad teacher whose policies and practices have detrimental effect on students’ ability and desire to learn.
Another important figure from my eleventh grade year was my eccentric psychology teacher. She represented a class of teachers who are interesting enough to be committed to a loony bin. She fell into what I believe to be the largest class of t...