Inadequacy.
I love Igo. And I love Tisdale. Their classes are so great. I just love their teaching so much, it brings me great joy and the learning experience is incredible.
...
That was a complete and utter lie. Big, fat, ugly, hairy lie.
At the beginning of the school year, they were the prospective teachers I looked forward to learning from. But now, I can't think of anything I hate more than stepping into their classrooms. Not Igo so much. That's because he's amusing, is all.
Igo: This is World Topics. In addition to the unintelligible mesh of lecture and personal garble he shares, I fail almost every time to receive an A on any assignment. It's a hopeless cause, I'm sure. Yesterday, I read the chapter from Stoessinger that we were supposed to have a quiz over, and I made amazing notes, like, comprehensive. And I learned it all. And then...the quiz covered none of it. Maybe one or two questions. But you could not have passed had you only studied the book (WHICH WAS THE ASSIGNMENT!!). Another time, I carefully read the reading assignment with my father and highlighted as well, and I made a 75. I'm at a loss for what to do. Hopeless, hopeless cause, that class. And History is not my worst subject.
Tisdale: English might be my worst subject. And again, it wasn't until this year. What's there to say about Tisdale: I don't like her class, I don't like her as a teacher and I don't like her as a person. Everything I say in that class is wrong and I have the essay scores to prove it.
So fck History, and fck English.
I'm not giving up on you. But, oh, do I hate your guts.
...
That was a complete and utter lie. Big, fat, ugly, hairy lie.
At the beginning of the school year, they were the prospective teachers I looked forward to learning from. But now, I can't think of anything I hate more than stepping into their classrooms. Not Igo so much. That's because he's amusing, is all.
Igo: This is World Topics. In addition to the unintelligible mesh of lecture and personal garble he shares, I fail almost every time to receive an A on any assignment. It's a hopeless cause, I'm sure. Yesterday, I read the chapter from Stoessinger that we were supposed to have a quiz over, and I made amazing notes, like, comprehensive. And I learned it all. And then...the quiz covered none of it. Maybe one or two questions. But you could not have passed had you only studied the book (WHICH WAS THE ASSIGNMENT!!). Another time, I carefully read the reading assignment with my father and highlighted as well, and I made a 75. I'm at a loss for what to do. Hopeless, hopeless cause, that class. And History is not my worst subject.
Tisdale: English might be my worst subject. And again, it wasn't until this year. What's there to say about Tisdale: I don't like her class, I don't like her as a teacher and I don't like her as a person. Everything I say in that class is wrong and I have the essay scores to prove it.
So fck History, and fck English.
I'm not giving up on you. But, oh, do I hate your guts.