Disappointment
I don't if it was the way my mother raised me, but teachers have an affect on me.
I know that they should, but I know many/most students are not affected whatsoever by teachers.
When a teacher fusses at me for being a little too noisy, or even if I just don't know the answer to a question that I should be able to answer, I feel...well, I guess like a dog with it's head down and tail between it's legs.
Last year, Ms. Jones simply told the girls in the back corner, which included me, to quiet down and pay attention to the notes that she was taking. I felt bad that she was upset with us, even if only a little. I felt like I caused her to think less of me. For most of the remaining time in class, I lowered my head and didn't talk much.
A few days ago in Mr. Fuller's class, I was called on to answer a couple of questions that he asked during his lecture. I was paying attention, which is one reason I think he called on me, and felt bad because I waited so long to answer that he was assuring me that whatever I say would be right since the first question was asking my opinion. I usually don't talk in his class, so I was nervous and on top of it, it wasn't my best subject. So I finally answered and he asked me another question. I immediately had an answer, but it only remained in my head because I didn't want to be wrong. Again, he tried to help me by comforting me by saying that there were a few different answers that would work. I still didn't say my answer. Right when I was about to say it, he gave a hint that made me positive it was right. Then, he asked me another question. This one, I had two answers in my head, so I tried to think which would be the best to say. Stacie was sitting behind me and said something, which happened to be one of my answers, so I said it. By then, others had thrown out ideas, of which, all were correct. Apparently, both of my answers would've been right.
But all in all, I felt horrible afterwards. I couldn't answer his questions, or at least right off the bat, and again I felt like I lowered the...(can't think of the right word)...standard of myself as a honors student.
Lastly, and most recently, English. My teacher gave my class a lecture about our work ethic as honor students, and if honor students are truly what we are. This lecture was...sad, i suppose, for me. I mean, I have always been in the higher-ranked classes ever since Elementary school, but I never thought about if I actually put forth the effort required in honors. I know that for math I'd be in the next level, which would be two farther than the norm, if I actually double-checked my work. I don't know if that applies to me anymore, but I know that's how it used to be for me. Anyways, I just don't think I put forth all my effort. I know I don't because I don't have a 4.0 GPA.
(NOTE: No matter what anyone may say, I believe the lecture was definitely fair. It's the second time that she has been forced to point out our, somewhat, extreme laziness and procrastination and it's really sad that she had to. I don't blame her for doubting we really are what we claim to be. Although, if you truly feel that you aren't cut out for the work, or maybe that you just don't want to do it, maybe her analysis was correct for you and a less advanced class will be more suited for you. [Sorry if that sounds really mean! D':]
Also, this, and the lecture itself, was not directed at any one person. It was for all of us, even if it didn't seem so. We can all improve our work ethic in some way...Heck, I know I need to.)
I know that they should, but I know many/most students are not affected whatsoever by teachers.
When a teacher fusses at me for being a little too noisy, or even if I just don't know the answer to a question that I should be able to answer, I feel...well, I guess like a dog with it's head down and tail between it's legs.
Last year, Ms. Jones simply told the girls in the back corner, which included me, to quiet down and pay attention to the notes that she was taking. I felt bad that she was upset with us, even if only a little. I felt like I caused her to think less of me. For most of the remaining time in class, I lowered my head and didn't talk much.
A few days ago in Mr. Fuller's class, I was called on to answer a couple of questions that he asked during his lecture. I was paying attention, which is one reason I think he called on me, and felt bad because I waited so long to answer that he was assuring me that whatever I say would be right since the first question was asking my opinion. I usually don't talk in his class, so I was nervous and on top of it, it wasn't my best subject. So I finally answered and he asked me another question. I immediately had an answer, but it only remained in my head because I didn't want to be wrong. Again, he tried to help me by comforting me by saying that there were a few different answers that would work. I still didn't say my answer. Right when I was about to say it, he gave a hint that made me positive it was right. Then, he asked me another question. This one, I had two answers in my head, so I tried to think which would be the best to say. Stacie was sitting behind me and said something, which happened to be one of my answers, so I said it. By then, others had thrown out ideas, of which, all were correct. Apparently, both of my answers would've been right.
But all in all, I felt horrible afterwards. I couldn't answer his questions, or at least right off the bat, and again I felt like I lowered the...(can't think of the right word)...standard of myself as a honors student.
Lastly, and most recently, English. My teacher gave my class a lecture about our work ethic as honor students, and if honor students are truly what we are. This lecture was...sad, i suppose, for me. I mean, I have always been in the higher-ranked classes ever since Elementary school, but I never thought about if I actually put forth the effort required in honors. I know that for math I'd be in the next level, which would be two farther than the norm, if I actually double-checked my work. I don't know if that applies to me anymore, but I know that's how it used to be for me. Anyways, I just don't think I put forth all my effort. I know I don't because I don't have a 4.0 GPA.
(NOTE: No matter what anyone may say, I believe the lecture was definitely fair. It's the second time that she has been forced to point out our, somewhat, extreme laziness and procrastination and it's really sad that she had to. I don't blame her for doubting we really are what we claim to be. Although, if you truly feel that you aren't cut out for the work, or maybe that you just don't want to do it, maybe her analysis was correct for you and a less advanced class will be more suited for you. [Sorry if that sounds really mean! D':]
Also, this, and the lecture itself, was not directed at any one person. It was for all of us, even if it didn't seem so. We can all improve our work ethic in some way...Heck, I know I need to.)
Labels: disappointment, teachers
posted by Shell at
11:36 AM
4 Comments:
it doesnt mean ur a bad student or person mish mell just means u didnt know something or you screwed up not like everyone else hasnt done it either
I know it doesn't mean I'm a bad sutdent, it's just that I hate it when I do it. :/
I do it all the time. I'm glad Fuller never calls on me, or else I'd be screwed in his class.
I'm proud of you for wanting to always do your best, but sometimes we just mess up and that is normal. When that happens just understand what you did wrong and learn how to do better in the future. It sounds like you're doing that already, :)
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