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Jan. 22nd, 2003 01:19 pmBecause I'm bumming around the school, waiting for this next coat of stain to dry so that I can attach the top of my coffee table to the base (and it's a really neat coffee table, if I may say so myself -- the middle is made of three sections, divided by oak strips running cross-grain, and the outside is oak with twin black walnut striping, and the legs are modeled triangular. Yes, I'm proud of it), and because being in an enclosed space with woodstain (even this water-based stuff I'm using) for two hours has made me loopy.
Looking at yesterday's entry, I was perhaps not clear. The way our school organizes things in the upper grades, each class we take ends with a final at end of term. I'm done (forever) with the ones I've been taking this term, except for English. Next term, I have a whole new crop of courses, and it's a bit of a heavy academic load for those of us who are taking everything. Most people dropped a few classes, and there are a few people who only have one class, plus work experience.
We have the same classes in the same order every day. Calculus (which we're getting on a internet feed piped over a tv from another school), History/Canadian Studies, English, Physics, Chemistry. In addition, we have work experience and I have band. It's like someone went 'Hey! They only have one term left! They'll see that, and work harder!' instead of realizing that we're all dead tired, and next term is already heavy, what with grad and our culture club trip, as well as sports and ECs and SRC.
Oh, how I envy the people with one class a day for the whole term...
This is complicated more by the fact that apparently, the teacher we had last year for physics and chem didn't teach us everything we needed to know. We're actually not sitting much more above a grade ten knowledge level. Some of us have been asked to help the current grade elevens, because the new teacher is never around, but we don't even recognize the stuff they're working on. We've never seen it before in our lives, or we stopped about four or five steps previous to where they are now.
Should be a nice surprise for the teacher (who happens to be the one who caused that chemical spill earlier in the year that got the school evacuated down to the curling rink.) Here she'll be, bright-eyed and ready to teach, and she's going to find out she also needs to cram the grade eleven curriculum into us before the departmental. The good news is that those of us who really need it (and there are only about four of us) should be able to catch on, even if she's as bad a teacher as we've been warned.
Looking at yesterday's entry, I was perhaps not clear. The way our school organizes things in the upper grades, each class we take ends with a final at end of term. I'm done (forever) with the ones I've been taking this term, except for English. Next term, I have a whole new crop of courses, and it's a bit of a heavy academic load for those of us who are taking everything. Most people dropped a few classes, and there are a few people who only have one class, plus work experience.
We have the same classes in the same order every day. Calculus (which we're getting on a internet feed piped over a tv from another school), History/Canadian Studies, English, Physics, Chemistry. In addition, we have work experience and I have band. It's like someone went 'Hey! They only have one term left! They'll see that, and work harder!' instead of realizing that we're all dead tired, and next term is already heavy, what with grad and our culture club trip, as well as sports and ECs and SRC.
Oh, how I envy the people with one class a day for the whole term...
This is complicated more by the fact that apparently, the teacher we had last year for physics and chem didn't teach us everything we needed to know. We're actually not sitting much more above a grade ten knowledge level. Some of us have been asked to help the current grade elevens, because the new teacher is never around, but we don't even recognize the stuff they're working on. We've never seen it before in our lives, or we stopped about four or five steps previous to where they are now.
Should be a nice surprise for the teacher (who happens to be the one who caused that chemical spill earlier in the year that got the school evacuated down to the curling rink.) Here she'll be, bright-eyed and ready to teach, and she's going to find out she also needs to cram the grade eleven curriculum into us before the departmental. The good news is that those of us who really need it (and there are only about four of us) should be able to catch on, even if she's as bad a teacher as we've been warned.
