That would have explained some things, but sadly not.
The automation of the teaching profession canât come quick enough.
Talk about throwing the baby out with the bathwater with that oneâŚ
Sadly, I knew. I was just being cheeky.
Speaking of names, thereâs a nice quote about that in a recent episode of The Rings of Power, regarding a character who has lost his memory and not yet settled on a name:
No one can give you a name. It is yours already. It is who you are. And when you hear it spoken, you feel your heart glow.
Stop reminding me of the odd teachers I ran into back in the dayâŚ
the sociology teacher (yes, funky school) of the parallel class was a conspiracy theorist who was afraid of microwaves and wore aluminium foil under a headband
reminds me that I should go through some name lists and pick one of my amnesiac undead hunter to like eventually
I remember one year my Dutch language class teacher got pregnant (shocking!) and was replaced after a few weeks with another, for who it was his first teaching job. Genuinely nice guy, but not good at keeping order. There were times were people were literally dancing on the tables. Poor man quit by the end of the year and pursued a completely different profession from what I heard.
I was one of few students who actually behaved () but I somehow still feel guilty about all of that happening.
Had a music teacher like that
Didnât help that the teacher before him was the most old fashioned in the entire school who got suspended for slapping a student
The etymologies are unrelated, though!
The type of sexuality comes from the Greek word meaning âsameâ, while the Latin word for âhumanâ comes from the Proto-Indo-European word for âearthlingâ, also related to Latin humus âground, earth, soilâ and indeed English human.
(Which, incidentally, means that people smugly saying âYou canât spell human without manâ are also committing an error. Human means earthling. The etymologies are unrelated.)
instantly reliving the trauma of my time in high school
She was an unpleasant person, and never allowed anyone to open a window of the classroom. I have âfondâ memories of waiting outside of the class for the previous class to be released and just⌠being unable to look in through the window because of the⌠vapor? humidity? of the collective sweat having gathered on it, place always smelled terrible too
other highlights include the philosophy and religion teacher who kept on dropping his pencils on the ground during the summer and got fired a few years after i finished school for watching certain videos with his âsmart boardâ still turned on and the french teacher that mostly based the way she ran her class on early 20th century french boarding schools
You had philosophy classes? What kind of wonderful school is this?
Christian high school, but it was a fusion of two previous schools - one Catholic, the other Protestant, so they decided to make it a generic âreligion and philosophyâ sort of thing. First year class was actually done by another guy who looked a suspicious amount like early modern European art Jesus who talked a bunch about manifesting and Confucius before going to work in a Romanian orphanage with strongly religious overtones, certainly a type as well
Petty peeve:
My cheese poof snacks were listed as chili cheese spicy but taste like any other. Either false advertising or Iâm numb to spices.
School was so long ago and during Bad Times that I forgot everything except maybe one teacher who was a woman who would perve on the girls she taught in P.E. It was⌠Bad.
Should have thrown her in with a different music teacher of mine who insisted on always having at least one window open. No matter the weather.
They could have had an epic music battle about it
creative
the Spanish teacher simply didnât turn up and instead opted to go on a motorcycle tour around Europe instead of teaching
I didnât have one either but theyâre decently common in German high schools
Also just remembered the maths teacher who always asked all the girls if they needed help, while standing right behind them, hand on their shoulder.
Tell me about it
Get yourself a stool, little man
I went to a Christian private school. At 11-12 they did basic puddle-deep lessons on all major world religions. 13-15 was mostly Christian theology. 16-18 you could, optionally, take one which was half Christianity and half general philosophy.
Our philosophy teacher was cool, but unfortunately seemed to suffer from depression which he self-medicated by showing us movies such as Terminator 2 and the Matrix on VHS.
Hope heâs doing okay.
ours was stereotypically extremely attractive but not particularly good at teaching
Most of my teachers were just alright
My old history teacher will remain my favourite though, imparted a love of history on me as well as a love for the Tour de France, made a point out of showing good movies (was forced to offer to skip the D-Day part of Saving Private Ryan by angry parentsâŚ), and had a funny moment where, to introduce talking about the Cold War, he pulled out his old military service gear and just placed it on a table with no further explanation (nobody believed he could ever have worn anything like that)
Classroom / behaviour managment is the bane of a lot of new teachers (and classroom staff generally, honestly). Itâs a really awkward balance at first and a lot of people just donât stay on the rope.
And even when they do their often only barely hanging onto it for the first term. That said, at least in the UK, he shouldâve had a support structure to help prevent that and guide him to methods that work.
I.e. we have an ECT at work who is in her first year, her first class thatâs âhersâ etc. She has two LSAs (TAs with a fancy timetable) and an experienced member of the leadership team making sure sheâs doing ok.
In Sweden, we studied philosophy from 7th grade at my school. Then a deeper dive into it at gymnasium/college.
We also did religion(mainly focused on Islam, Christianity and Judaism) from 5th grade.