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Sunday, January 22, 2006 : Lazy Ass Teacher

There's this particular teacher, who teaches so badly and yet he's good at covering it up that we or rather, I, can't find a way to complain about him. In addition to that, he teaches my class TWO subjects! Add Maths and Mod Maths.

All he does is either copy word by word from a book onto the whiteboard or try and manipulate the examples given by the book so that it doesnt seem as though he's copying. EVEN MY ENGLISH TEACHER CAN TEACH LIKE HIM OR MAYBE EVEN BETTER!

Everytime he tries to manipulate the examples given by the book, he makes numerous mistakes and the mistakes are only corrected when a student corrects him. He NEVER teaches anything outside the book.

He has NEVER said something that'll help us in SPM, something like "These kind of questions are most likely to come out in SPM or some helpful hints like that."

He's also so fucking lazy that all he knows how to do is photostat exercise papers. Thats all he does! Photostat and give to students. COME ON, MAN! How useless of a teacher is that! Then he asks us to answer the questions in a separate test pad. WTF?!

He's also the teacher whom I've corrected the most in my whole lifespan. Come to think of it, I've only corrected 2 teachers before. But he holds the most number of times.

The last 3rd last chapter, if I'm not mistaken, of form 4 Add Maths is Differentiation (pembezaan). If I'm not mistaken again, that bastard skipped 80% of the chapter because evidently, its the hardest chapter in form 4.

Lucky I have my tuition teacher. To me, she's my main source of learning Mod Maths and Add Maths. Without her, I'd be roasted turkey in a cheese sandwich about to be eaten by SadlyPaperedMagazine.

Durianboi waited patiently @ 4:55:00 PM;

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