I'm about ready to deliver a certain biology
teacher a richly deserved ass-beating.
Tried to help the Biscuit through some Biology
homework this evening - she only started freshman year yesterday - and ran afoul
of one of those teachers you occasionally hear about, but thankfully rarely
meet.
Wait - roll the clock back 24
hours: She comes back from her first day, and we ask, "How was it?" Trying to be
excited for her. First day of high school and
all.
"It
sucked."
Ah. Faulty motivation, we
wondered? "What happened?"
"Oh. My
biology teacher introduced himself and told us that most of us would probably
fail the course and have to take it again next
year."
Say what? Dunno about you, but
I'd feel like a pretty poor teacher if I couldn't get at least the middle and
upper wedges of the bell curve across the finish line in the alloted time. But
that just sets the stage - she had some pretty challenging work to do, and I
felt good about myself being able to help. Had to take a break to go to the
Kat's Parent-Teacher intro, back home by 2000. To find the Biscuit waiting, lab
handbook in hand. Turns out there was an experiment to do. Her teacher had told
her class that he wasn't interested in doing labs in the classroom unless they
involved dangerous chemicals - they could do the rest of them on their own at
home. This lab needed glycerine and a graduated cylinder, among other things, to
make it work. So I bundled into the auto-voiture and went to the local science
supply store for a graduated cylinder and some
glycerine.
What, you don't have a local
science store in your neighborhood?
Turns out that we don't either. Drove
all over the place for the better part of an hour and couldn't find anyone who
even knew what either product was. Which was about what I expected at the
beginning of the hunt.
So, I'm pretty
steamed right now and you'll forgive me (I hope) if I'm off my stride for a
normal post.
More tomorrow, maybe.
After I drop her off at school early to change teachers, and go looking for an
explanation.
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