Thursday Cafe, January 3rd
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Thanks for the tag @Lane, cool theme.
When I was in year 4 of primary school (around 8 years old) I had a maths class where the teacher was asking pupils times table question. I hated maths and I hated that teacher even more, she was pretty mean. So many others had been asked so I knew my time was coming. I quickly did some calculations in my head hoping she'd ask an easy one like 7x3 or 7x4. Hell no, she asked me 8x8. Of course I couldn't answer and she had a go at me and said I should know it by now.
That moment really got to me and I felt quite bad about it so I went home, dug out a times table booklet (only went up to 12) and found that 8x8 = 64. I found it interesting and started to revise my times tables up to 12. It was a lot easier to learn than I thought and the best part was I enjoyed it so much. It wasn't long before I could do my times table all the way up to 12.
We would play a times table game in class every 3-6 months (different teacher). 1 pupil is standing whilst the others are sat in their chair. The way it works is you stand behind a pupil who is sat and the teacher asks you both a times table question. You say the answer faster than the person who is sitting and you get to carry on standing and move on to the next pupil. But if they win you take their seat and they get to stand in your place. The next time we did this I managed to clear the whole classroom which was just under 30 pupils. It was a proud moment for me and I thank that teacher for starting my love of numbers. Even after all these years, my favourite times table is 8x8 and 64 is probably my favourite number.
When I was in year 4 of primary school (around 8 years old) I had a maths class where the teacher was asking pupils times table question. I hated maths and I hated that teacher even more, she was pretty mean. So many others had been asked so I knew my time was coming. I quickly did some calculations in my head hoping she'd ask an easy one like 7x3 or 7x4. Hell no, she asked me 8x8. Of course I couldn't answer and she had a go at me and said I should know it by now.
That moment really got to me and I felt quite bad about it so I went home, dug out a times table booklet (only went up to 12) and found that 8x8 = 64. I found it interesting and started to revise my times tables up to 12. It was a lot easier to learn than I thought and the best part was I enjoyed it so much. It wasn't long before I could do my times table all the way up to 12.
We would play a times table game in class every 3-6 months (different teacher). 1 pupil is standing whilst the others are sat in their chair. The way it works is you stand behind a pupil who is sat and the teacher asks you both a times table question. You say the answer faster than the person who is sitting and you get to carry on standing and move on to the next pupil. But if they win you take their seat and they get to stand in your place. The next time we did this I managed to clear the whole classroom which was just under 30 pupils. It was a proud moment for me and I thank that teacher for starting my love of numbers. Even after all these years, my favourite times table is 8x8 and 64 is probably my favourite number.
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school is so wrong because they so routinely ignore all those red flags waving in the room, in the auditorium, and waiting outside in the yard or somewhere else near by. to me, some of these flags would be nearly easy to address if only someone would. its making me cry. but i’m just full of what was so routinely ignored back then. (this is not pure blame on my part btw. i want to figure out how i can do something even though my kids are nearly all grown up)
school is so wrong because they so routinely ignore all those red flags waving in the room, in the auditorium, and waiting outside in the yard or somewhere else near by. to me, some of these flags would be nearly easy to address if only someone would. its making me cry. but i’m just full of what was so routinely ignored back then. (this is not pure blame on my part btw. i want to figure out how i can do something even though my kids are nearly all grown up)
I understand @extraterrestrialone. I used to feel scared about sending my children to school at the mercy of a system set up to teach maybe one or two learning styles, in a classroom with so many others all day, every day..and potential bullying, won't even go there. But, it has gotten better and children have more power to speak out. There are more anti bullying campaigns. Kids can be cruel though, and the schools the guidelines that are set up. Mine have also made it through the system. One left.
sorry you're not feeling wellYw @Supernova. That's awesome. Someone said to me once that teaching another human being is one of our most basic instincts. Thanks for sharing that.
Thanks for the tag @Woowoo
There's plenty of teachers who come to mind, such as :
1. The guy with one glass eye who tended to take it out and leave it on his desk "to keep an eye on us" should he have to leave the classroom mid-lesson
2. The teacher who used to enter the classroom and kick the light switch to turn the lights on, even though they were shoulder height (how the fuck he never ripped his trousers)
3. One teacher who used to flip a coin to painfully pick someone to answer one of his questions, knowing full well that the selected student faced humiliation should he answer incorrectly
4. My maths teacher, not so much as teaching me maths, but putting me on the straight path in terms of stopping pissing about and seeing and realising what potential I had academically when most others had given up.
tagging @Daíthí @gypsylee @SleepyOwl @Misswalker @Pennylane- @katyboots @Walker @Freya @HumanExMachina @Yellowmellow @Innocent Forever
There's plenty of teachers who come to mind, such as :
1. The guy with one glass eye who tended to take it out and leave it on his desk "to keep an eye on us" should he have to leave the classroom mid-lesson
2. The teacher who used to enter the classroom and kick the light switch to turn the lights on, even though they were shoulder height (how the fuck he never ripped his trousers)
3. One teacher who used to flip a coin to painfully pick someone to answer one of his questions, knowing full well that the selected student faced humiliation should he answer incorrectly
4. My maths teacher, not so much as teaching me maths, but putting me on the straight path in terms of stopping pissing about and seeing and realising what potential I had academically when most others had given up.
tagging @Daíthí @gypsylee @SleepyOwl @Misswalker @Pennylane- @katyboots @Walker @Freya @HumanExMachina @Yellowmellow @Innocent Forever
English teacher we had 3 times who was pretty feisty - she had to be to even take a class with my friends and I.
Reading character parts from The Crucible by Arthur Miller. My friend was chosen as one and read every line in a bored, monotone voice.
Teacher: “Sophie, why are you putting absolutely no effort into this?”
Sophie: “I need a character with more substance.”
Reading character parts from The Crucible by Arthur Miller. My friend was chosen as one and read every line in a bored, monotone voice.
Teacher: “Sophie, why are you putting absolutely no effort into this?”
Sophie: “I need a character with more substance.”
Thanks for the tag @Woowoo 
When I started senior school at 11 I was really behind academically, still struggling to read, write and do basic maths. I worked really hard, it just didn't seem to sink in. My form tutor who was also my English teacher was brilliant and would give me extra help at lunchtime. After a few months he phoned my parents and asked them if I'd ever had a sight test. Turned out my eyesight was so bad I could never see the blackboard! Glasses purchased and I caught up really quickly. Thank god for Mr Whitehead.
The other teacher I loved was Mr Reece, my art teacher. He was a bit of a character.. If anyone spoke while he was he would get a roll of sellotape and wind it round and round their head, covering their mouth. My friend and I would spend most lunchtimes in his office with him drinking whiskey which he hid in the cupboard
When I started senior school at 11 I was really behind academically, still struggling to read, write and do basic maths. I worked really hard, it just didn't seem to sink in. My form tutor who was also my English teacher was brilliant and would give me extra help at lunchtime. After a few months he phoned my parents and asked them if I'd ever had a sight test. Turned out my eyesight was so bad I could never see the blackboard! Glasses purchased and I caught up really quickly. Thank god for Mr Whitehead.
The other teacher I loved was Mr Reece, my art teacher. He was a bit of a character.. If anyone spoke while he was he would get a roll of sellotape and wind it round and round their head, covering their mouth. My friend and I would spend most lunchtimes in his office with him drinking whiskey which he hid in the cupboard
Oh, this is interesting. In seeing this topic it made me remember I dreamt about him last night. Mr F was my humanities teacher 7-12th grade. It was english/history for the smart kids. He was really important to me, I credit him with helping me come out of my shell and be myself, nerdy and awkward and all. Now I'm thinking I should try to look him up and write him.
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