Reading was easy (which was why I kept compulsively reading ahead and had to stand for the rest of the day. ha!). Math, now, that was initially different. When I escaped parochial school and had a teacher who didn't 'know' I was 'incapable' of doing Math, I discovered I could, and quite well.
Back at Our Lady of Perpetual Punishment and Sorrowful Mortification, the Math teacher liked to go around saying, "Math is easy! Math is fun!" She would then interrupt herself to rebuke a student: "You! You were [insert infraction here]! One 'Math Punishment Sheet' for you!"
Hmmm, I stood throughout 4th grade for doing math 'wrong' as well (e.g.: short division tips from dad instead of innovative long division technique being taught) or not paying attention because I was bored. Don't know why they bothered assigning me a desk; I was seldom sitting in it. (ha!)
As an adult I've learned that outstanding teachers are like outstanding students: they're in the mix and someone is always trying to hold them back as well. They are expected to mainstream everyone -- those falling behind (for whatever reason), those on schedule, and those pulling ahead (for whatever reason) -- into the same structured curriculum so as to hit the same target test scores. And to meet often contradictory expectations while babysitting students who are there (for whatever reason) to *not* learn and determined to do their damnedest to prevent anyone else from learning, either.
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Our particular Science teacher would do entertaining things like accidentally setting Sister's desk on fire. Not as funny as you might think, though, as upon her return Sister Was Not Amused. She couldn't do anything to or about him, so she punished us. I still really Science, despite both him and her.
