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Monday, September 24, 2007

More junior high school

Okay, so I'm in 7th grade, and the math teacher is a real pip. He had us do our homework on tablet paper, 5x8, vertically held, and it had to be set up in a cetain way. Name at the very top. Section, or class number next line down. Date. Number one, with a circle around it for the first problem. The solution is to be written like this: ans.,_______. This he read to us, like this, "A-N-S, period comma, and a line for the answer." If you miss this on any problem, that answer is wrong. Now comes the hard part, he calls on you to come up to the blackboard to write an answer to a problem. If you got the answer right, no problem. But if you got it wrong,.... He would look at the blackboard from his desk, then he would look at you, standing there waiting for his decision. He would then look down at his grade book, and tell you and the class, in a very loud authoritative voice, "Zero recitation, "E" cooperation, and you're a failure." The first time he did that, I think we were in a state of shock. After that, it changed to hurt, then it became a joke that we repeated over and over again. What kind of statement is that to make to students? He must have been some kind of monster. He was really tall and evil loking, you've seen my drawing of him on my drawing blog.
One Monday, he did not show up to school, we had a substitute teacher. The next day, still no Mr Abrams.
Wednesday, he showed up. We walked into the classroom for advisory, and he was seated behind his desk. We sat down in silence, he had no patience for kids who spoke out of turn, and looked at him. He was there alright, but there were crutches behind him leaning in the corner against the wall. Then, he had to get up for some reason or other, and he reached back for the crutches, and hobbled across the room. He had a cast on one leg, up to the knee. We all almost broke our faces trying not to laugh out loud.
And he was looking at us too. He sat down, put the crutches back in the corner, and went back to his paper work.
The next week, he still had the cast on his leg. During math class, David London did something to get Mr Abrams angry, and instead of just telling David to come back after school for detention, he decided to walk out from behind his desk to physically grab David. But he had the cast on, so he dragged his foot behind him as he walked. David jumped up and ran to the other side of the room. Mr Abrams gave chase, dragging his foot the whole time. Everytime he got close to grabbing David, David would walk a few steps out of reach. Then David started to drag his foot like Mr Abrams, just to entertain us. Up and down the aisles of the classroom the chase continued. It was like something out of the Little Rascals. The whole class was laughing up a storm. I think Mr Abrams gave up and sat down, red faced from exhaustion.
Mr Abrams was probably the worst teacher I ever had all through school. He most likely got his teaching degree from a matchbook cover, and I'll bet he took the test 20 times before he passed.


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