Something terrible has happened, but we’re not sure what.
My Algebra teacher, Mr. Bobbitt, has suddenly diminished all deadlines and is attempting to create a looser atmosphere in all his classes. He explained it only by telling us that for years, parents (and others?) have been complaining about the difficulty and stress level that he subjects his students too, so that he was finally fed up with it, and was changing the policies. When someone asked if he was upset, he only replied that last week he was, but now he wasn’t. It struck me as super bizarre, because he seemed totally normal last week. Although in my class (2nd period) he seemed relatively composed while informing us of these new “rules”, if not near sarcastic, I heard from later classes that he seemed indisputably and undeniably SAD. Although some people are excited about these new policies (not me, I need the threat of a scary man getting mad at me to want to do homework; not that he’s scary or “gets mad,” really, he just has an intimidating air about him, as he should) a lot of us are kind of worried about him, it’s pretty weird.
But it was all worth it when I got to witness Andrew squealing with joy, and practically falling to the floor when we told him.
So, as you can guess, I spent quite some times ranting to my (poor, victimized) friends and family about those who are lazy, and those who made their parents to complain or whatever, just because they didn’t want to work hard. But I guess I’m probably being pretty harsh.
Nevertheless, I made up a little rhyme-saying that fully captures what I’m trying to say, which is that I am an academic snob and should be shot:
“The best of one told do HIS best is often less than the one told to do THE best.”
Oh a lighter note, there was a cute little possum in our trash can last week.