Dear Mr. Math...
Let n be the amount of times you have failed to make the class comprehend something. Let x be the number of times you have asked us a question in reply to us asking a question. If n and x are multiplied, we get a large number.
Let y equal the curse words muttered by angry students. Let y be added to x and n. Let the number exponentially grow until, at last, we mutiny and kill you, causing m amounts of blood to spray over the walls.
This is my equation to you, you unhelpful son of a bitch.
When a student asks how to do something, the correct response is not to ask them 'Well, what's the first step?' It is to tell them.
Actual exchange between my math teacher and I today.
"Is there an equation that can be used to find this out?"
"I'm sure there is, but I have no idea what it is and cannot remember it at all."
"Then maybe you should look it up. Now is the time to learn it."
And then when a member of my group asked where it was in the book, he would not tell her.
That's how it's been going all month. He will ask us what to do next for something new. He will respond to our questions with further questions. He will not tell us what something means, he will not explain the poorly worded homework questions to us when we get confused by them. There is maybe one person in the class who didn't ask for help three times or more today. We have a test on Friday and no one in the class knows what they are doing.
Actual exchange between my math teacher and one of my group members today.
"I'm not sure where to start on this problem."
"Well, what's the first step?"
"I don't know."
"You learned this in high school."
"I didn't."
"If you went to high school in the United States in the past fiteen years you would have learned this."
"Well, apparently I didn't. Could you please just tell me what the first thing to do is?"
And then he looked at her like she was a dumbass and told her that she had learned it, she must have just forgotten. It's simple stuff.
I ended up explaining it to my group member. And when I am the one explaining something mathematical in a logical way, you know there is a problem.
When I left, I turned in my paper. Everything had an answer, but I was pretty sure that one or two of them were wrong. I even told him so when he asked if I was finished. In response to my "Yeah. They all have answers but some are probably wrong" he told me "Well, if that's all you're doing" in a very disapproving sort of tone.
You know, the sort of disappointed tone that you give up the right to use on students when you refuse to help them.
Let me ask you something, Mr. Math, is there an equation out there to determine just how much of a douchebag you are? How about to determine how much of your fucking paycheck you actually deserve? You fucking gradstudent piece of shit.
Because you are paid to teach us. You are paid to help us. To answer out questions. To stop us from being confused about everything.
And you are paid to teach the lowest level math course outside of remedial. We're Math 107; no we don't know how to do shit! That's why we're in Math 107! Obviously, there are things we forgot or just never got ahold of in the first place.
So fuck you, you goddamn space-wasting, time-sucking, worthless whorecunt who couldn't sink the Titanic you're so fucking inept.
And if you are going to wear t-shirts to class everyday, at least wear one that doesn't have holes in it. Shit.