
It would be such a blessing to be smart in math. Whoever you guys are that ARE smart in math, you are LUCKY! I have put off statistics for 3 years now and have finally decided to bite the bullet and just take it. I mean, I've got to in order to graduate. I was going to take it next semester (my last one) but then I thought, "What if I don't pass? Then I can't graduate." So I'm trying to get it over with. So: It's week 3 and I am struggling. This teacher is the
worst! I mean, I don't get a darn thing out of class. I am sitting front row and center, completely focused, trying to be a good student but it is not working. I go to the library to do my homework assignments for the class and what I read in the chapter isn't even
CLOSE to what I got out of class. I want to just shake him and be like, "You need to learn how to teach!!!" He needs to be like, "Okay, today we are going to talk about deviation. It is when this occurs......." Then do some examples. But instead he just goes off and uses huge words that mean nothing to me. He makes it way more complicated than needs be.
So yesterday in class he was doing this huge example on the board going a million miles an hour. I was totally lost. I was so frusterated. So I raise my hand and interupt him and say, "Can you please explain WHERE you are getting all these numbers from?" (I'll admit, I had a little bit of attitude in my tone, but I was frusterated). And while I said it tears started welling up in my eyes. He just stared at me for a minute without saying anything and I could feel the tears coming. (Side note: this is in front of the whole class people). Inside I'm like, "No Teddy! It's gonna be okay! Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry! Just go read the book after class and you'll be fine." It was so embarrassing. So throughout the rest of the class he kept staring at me and I'm sure he was thinking, "Oh that poor girl. She's so frusterated she's crying." And I want to tell him is that he officially stinks as a teacher. He needs to retire. I wish I had a picture of him, just imagine this: Long greasy, gray hair that's in a ponytail. Thick bottle cap glasses held on by a black chums thing, and of course we can't forget the fanny pack he wears. Yep, that's Mr. Davis. Terrible. It will be a miracle if I get through this one.