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My high-school math teacher made us all submit our work in these tiny notebooks that were like less than half the size of an American standard notebook, with unlined paper. He would write the homework problems on the board and then you had to copy them into the tiny-ass notebook and then hand write all your work on the single tiny-ass page, he would fail you if you used more than one page or side of a page because "One page is all the room you need to work out a problem."
I am really horribly bad at math and even writing numbers down is hard for me, sometimes i can't even read what I wrote, so being forced to write them even smaller was a nightmare. I barely passed his class. Plus he was just a total dick in general to anyone who struggled in his class, and most students did (it was already the math class for dumb people), and we could all tell he didn't want to be there.
I hope he's miserable whenever he is now.
My algebra teacher was an ex Army Airborne Ranger who hated kids, and probably people in general. Whenever I asked a question because I legitimately didn't understand why a formula worked the way it did, he would tell me to shut up. When i finally protested and said "I can't shut up because I don't understand!", he made me stand outside the door to the classroom for the rest of the period.
I had a teacher like this senior year, finally one time when she made me stand outside I just went out to the parking lot and drove away and never went back to that school. Switched to a virtual program and passed that way.
Wow, that's wild. There were no virtual programs when I was in high school, so that wasn't an option for me. It wasn't until several years later that colleges started offering remote learning programs by sending VHS tapes in the mail. Haha.
Yeah it was the early days of that kinda thing, went from a c-d student to an A student right away. Should've been working that way the whole time for me.