291/365 Carl
The physical configuration of my tenth-grade geometry class changed weekly as the teacher seated us in test-score order. We’d stand up; he’d call out names and return your test at your new chair. I don’t remember what happened in the case of a tie.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 3:26 PM
5 Comments:
That's hysterical, ingenious, and perhaps just a little cruel. I like the way Carl thinks!
It was not a good time in my life. I was a victim of being tracked high in everything when I should have only been tracked high in some things. I was always several weeks behind in my comprehension as to what was going on in math class.
That's a horrible idea. I speak as a former math teacher. Just awful!
B: I am sure I would have much preferred you as a math teacher.
Math is the devil's slang.
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