An Experiment Gone Wrong…
There are some people who really ought not to be teachers.
Some of the more ‘memorable’ teachers I’ve had:
When I entered secondary school (Gr 7), my science teacher was a Mrs C C Cheong. Mrs Cheong got us to sit in rows in the science lab according to height. The shorter girls (it was a girls’ school) got to sit on the side (that was me) and the taller girls got to sit in the middle. Every month, the rows would rotate, so that during the school year, everyone would have a chance to sit near the front. This was only one of the things that she did that was good.
Mrs Cheong also got us to do our experiments and write down our results in our books – even if the results weren’t as expected. After we did our experiments, she would tell us what the ‘textbook solution’ to our experiments should be. We would then have a chance to compare our results and learn from that.
I thrived under Mrs Cheong’s tutelage. Her teaching method really worked with my learning style.
Unfortunately, before the school year was out, Mrs Cheong got transferred to a different school! I have no idea why the Ministry of Education does things like this – transfer teachers around in the middle of the school year, but that’s what happened to Mrs Cheong and we had a change of teachers.
The replacement teacher was nothing like Mrs Cheong. I can’t even remember her name now. What I do remember is doing the experiments, but no longer required to write down the results. The teacher would recite to us the ‘model answers’ and we were to take dictation (as it were) and write down the answers in our books.
Believe it or not, every single Science teacher I had in high school after that was the do-the-experiment-and-copy-down-the-answer-the-teacher-dictates type. After a while, some students didn’t even bother doing the experiments because the teacher was going to give the answers anyway, so why bother?
I think my love for science died a little after Mrs Cheong’s departure.