I have never had a teacher that I
didn't like – as a person. As a professor? Let’s just say I prefer the style of
some more than others, if you know what I mean.
One of the hardest
things about coming back to college has been trying to figure out exactly what
each professor expects. I have decided it takes at least three weeks to get the
hang of each one’s quirks. But by then it just might be too late.
I
find it ironic that my teachers who claim to personally detest the very idea of
grades are the ones that give the hardest tests. Be prepared to find the most
minute detail buried amongst the 357 pages of assigned reading that week, because
that is the very question they are sure to ask. Usually those are the same ones
that are impossible to take notes from, since just when I think they are
rambling or have gotten off topic, there it is again. The dreaded test
question.
The
professors I like best are the ones that spell out exactly what will be on their
exams.
I like getting good grades. Call me crazy.
Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, or at least give it the old college try.
Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, or at least give it the old college try.
Each
semester I have a couple of instructors that I absolutely love. They are
dedicated to their students and passionate about the subject. No question is
unimportant and no comment insignificant. They make me work hard and stretch, and
are fair in their grading.
I also seem to get
at least one teacher every semester who I struggle with. It seems like they are
there with the sole purpose of making their students confused. Their lectures
are so fast that I have to either listen OR take notes because if I try to do
both I miss the whole thing. So I go home and learn what they just tried to
teach me on YouTube. That way I can rewind as often needed.
Then there are the
professors that are just frustrating. These are the teachers that seem to
thrive on grading papers based on form rather than content. Their tests include
things that were never covered in class. And if they were in the textbook, I
never saw them.
My husband
insinuated it might be my problem when I was whining to him last week. He
wondered how it is that I always seem to get some of the most troublesome instructors.
I assured him it was because “Rate My Professor” lies. It couldn’t be me, could
it?
Looking back I can
see ways I could have applied myself better. And let’s face it – teachers are
people too. They are just doing the best they know how. So for now, I will try
to remember that. And do my best not to pull all my hair out.
But when you see
an old bald lady on campus, you will know exactly what happened.
Truth!! It does seem that there are those teachers who expect mind-readers as students! If we had the knowledge they had, then we'd be much better able to understand their 'inferring to' moments. But since we're the STUDENTS, still seeking that knowledge, those subtle nudges go unrecognized, for the most part. VERY FRUSTRATING! Just got to keep on keeping on, right?! RIGHT! And persistence will prevail!!! :)
ReplyDeleteAmen Marinann...soo very frustrating!
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