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[llanfair]

A lot of these stories seem to flow from teachers who are afraid to admit that they don't know something, or that they're wrong about something.  It's not setting a good example for their students.

[mouseman]

Luckily for the mouselet, we live in a very "intellectual" suburb and she has had amazing teachers in a school where being smart is a good thing.  Of course being pretty, friendly, sweet, and a wiz on the monkey bars helps her socially.

What, me biased?  Why would you think that?

[concordancia]

My kindergarten and first grade teachers were bad teachers; third and fourth grade were indifferent to my needs; I had a wonderful teacher for the first half of fifth grade with foster twins, my father commuting for over an hour each way because he had been laid off over the summer and found a job in a different city, the move, etc. He would give me detention to have me do homework after school and although it may have only happened once, I remember me sitting at my desk in the back, with him at his desk in the front singing "What will we do with a problem like [Concordancia]" just loud enough for me to hear. We had watched the Sound of Music and since I had never seen it and didn't have a TV, I was so engrossed that I didn't noticed when our class left to go to art. He also gave me better grades than I deserved and told me that he was giving me a chance, but at the new school I would have to earn my grades. I have clear memories of him, but I am pretty sure that the name I remember is actually of the six grade teacher (I had sat in on his class several times because my older brother had him two years in a row -for fifth and sixth - and our mom would go in as a volunteer and take me with) who once came over to out classroom, announced to our teacher that he was on the ball and promptly placed a ball on the floor, stood on it for a few seconds, then left.