LJ 2009-01-08 11:37:00
I really wish that my GCSE Science teacher (the useless one) had been less crap. The lessons were, frankly, beneath me, and rather than trying to give me any more interesting material, she just let me sit there bored, and then at parents evening harped on about how I was “coasting” and that this was somehow terrible. Knowing that she would inevitably be teaching Physics at a-level, I avoided that subject like the plague.
In stark contrast, the two other Science teachers I had were bloody fantastic. Mr Corness and I used to have all manner of discussions about ideas that weren’t entirely related to the syllabus, but which were at least relevant to the topic at hand. I got a head start on evolution, and generally felt like I was in an environment which wanted me to learn, not one in which I was generally criticised for not needing the poor teaching that was on offer.
And my other teacher, who didn’t technically teach me until a-level, was Mr Ryder. Easily the single most inspirational teacher that I had throughout school, I’m sure I pissed him off more than once, but no other teacher had ever gotten me so excited about learning stuff. Definitely the teacher who had the biggest impact on me throughout my education.
But my point is, my physics teacher was absolutely shite. Between her making the subject dull, and criticising me for getting outstanding grades without trying (because this is something to tell somebody off for?), I elected not to go on and do physics for a-level. And every now and again, I rather wish I had..
Stuff like this is just too much fun to think about.. I know that’s terribly sad, but still.. Oh, to have been able to play with this stuff at uni… :o)