I would like to assign my psychology teacher to Mordor. Not all psychology teachers, I'm sure some of them are lovely but mine is not. (This is quite a long rant so you have my permission to skip it!).
Ok first she is such a hypocrite! If anyone comes into her lesson the slightest bit late as in more than 30 seconds she has a major stress about it and yells at them for ages going '"I have no respect for people who cannot be punctual to lessons, they don't deserve my respect" with no consideration as to why this person is late. And when they try to explain why with perfectly reasonable excuses such as another teacher caught them in the corridor and they couldn't get away (seriously in our school if one of a few certain teachers gets you for a chat you have to resign yourself to being at least 5 minutes late!) she says that you should say you have to go or you'll be late for her lesson because of course they will understand. Now that is fair enough but then at the end of the lesson after the pips go she keeps us behind for ages still talking to us. Of course we say sorry but we have to go and she throws a wobbly! She decides that we are obviously not interested in learning anything and we shouldn't bother turning up to the lessons since we don't want to learn. Argh! So we explain that we will be late for assembly and she sulks, literally sulks.
Then we have the daily gripe that we are three weeks behind schedule and that is of course our fault because we all turn up late to lessons and muck about through them. So, nothing to do with the fact that she frequently keeps us waiting outside the room for the first ten minutes because she is chatting to someone about what they are planning on doing at university? I thought not. And nothing to do with her going on and on about the school she used to teach at and how they were all stupid lower-class people who couldn't even manage writing let alone GCSE's (not kidding, those are paraphrased words not changed ones) and yet they were better than us because we are middle-class and lazy and think we need do no work to pass, helpfully missing the fact that we are all sitting there writing notes or doing example questions. Oh and of course her constant talking about how wonderful she is and how her sons are all geniuses and she was some kind of queen in South Africa because none of the black people there know how raise children properly (again not kidding, she said that). None of that could possibly have anything to do with our being behind schedule.
Hmm, lets see, what else. Oh yeah her inability to control a class. I mean, ok we muck about a bit but we settle down to work as soon as asked, but she doesn't ask, she sulks! I have never known a teacher so bad for that. We don't actually know she wants our attention because there is no difference between her attitude when we come in and are allowed to talk and when she expects us to settle down to work. So, we keep talking and suddenly she bursts out with 'If you want to talk go and have your conversations outside!' or she threatens to send people back to the subject they dropped, though I'm not quite sure why on that one. Of course everyone feels hard done by having not known she was even starting the lesson and mess around in grieved retaliation.
And she is such a bad teacher just in general! I don't learn from her, I learn from the textbook, because she doesn't give us the information we need to pass the exams. She goes on and on about the pHD she's doing in 'how to teach teenagers' but I swear if anyone actually came in and observed her she'd fail on the spot!
Then she always talks about how her class last year all got A's except the person who had a baby on the day of the exam but even she got a B and we're all thinking so, if we don't all get A's we're all failures? We say this to her and a get 'well, if you don't want to get A's then of course I'll stop teaching you' - that's not what we said!
*sigh* that's not even all of it but I think I shoould stop now before I bore you all to death.
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