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so the first week of school went about a million times better than i expected. i was so scared that this year was going to be as shitty as last year, and everyone said that i have learned things last year that i didn't even know i did. and thank god they were right. i am the queen of cool. i am the "strict" teacher. i know what i expect from
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when i think of my favorite teacher from grade school, i remember him as being a big goofball. he was really endearingly sweet and you could just tell that he was constantly being crushed by our mean-spiritedness. but, at the same time, he was the only person who made me understand math and actually made me believe i was good at it. he gave me a tutoring position, which boosted my self esteem like nothing else. he used innovative techniques to make learning fun. he was just really great, and when i think about him now, i always kind of want to cry because i realize how hard we made his job at times.
otherwise, once i gained maturity, i realized all the best teachers were the ones i avoided taking because i heard they were too hard.
as a teacher, i think that the best thing i do in class is encourage people to think independently and emphasize that, as long as you can back up your idea, there is really not wrong answer for liberal/creative arts classes. and i always make an ass of myself so they understand they can do that too. but i deal with college kids, so that's a whole different ballgame.
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