Writer's Block: Life's lessons
Mar. 4th, 2011 03:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I don't think I've ever had any "bad" teachers. I had one blatantly racist teacher in hs and survived that, but even though he was a sorry sack of flesh he was not memorably horrible at imparting American History. I would say that being a good teacher is 30% one's ability to make the material accessible, 30% making the classroom experience engaging, and 40% esteem boosting. I'm hard-pressed to remember factoids, but I will NEVER forget the grade school teacher who took pride in teaching me cursive. Or the pre-calc teacher with whom I spent hours slaving over problems and who jubilantly e-mailed me after the final I swore I bombed to tell me I'd gotten a B/C. Or my psych professor who was convinced that I'd rock the hell out of grad school. Or my nursing professor who listened to me ramble on about Star Trek and the Internet. Teachers can be awesome just by being great human beings.
It's one of those nights where I've woken up for no reason and now find myself unable to go to sleep. I'm going to not be a happy camper when my alarm goes off in two hours. It was not good times at work yesterday. It's definitely not going to be good times today. :(
Since I was up I decided to read fic that turned me into a weeping mess. Totally not cool, fic.
I don't think I've ever had any "bad" teachers. I had one blatantly racist teacher in hs and survived that, but even though he was a sorry sack of flesh he was not memorably horrible at imparting American History. I would say that being a good teacher is 30% one's ability to make the material accessible, 30% making the classroom experience engaging, and 40% esteem boosting. I'm hard-pressed to remember factoids, but I will NEVER forget the grade school teacher who took pride in teaching me cursive. Or the pre-calc teacher with whom I spent hours slaving over problems and who jubilantly e-mailed me after the final I swore I bombed to tell me I'd gotten a B/C. Or my psych professor who was convinced that I'd rock the hell out of grad school. Or my nursing professor who listened to me ramble on about Star Trek and the Internet. Teachers can be awesome just by being great human beings.
It's one of those nights where I've woken up for no reason and now find myself unable to go to sleep. I'm going to not be a happy camper when my alarm goes off in two hours. It was not good times at work yesterday. It's definitely not going to be good times today. :(
Since I was up I decided to read fic that turned me into a weeping mess. Totally not cool, fic.
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