My math teacher is inconsiderate, presumptuous, and rude. I happen to be bad at math as well, and am likely going to fail the class.
Should I drop it?
ORIGINAL POST:
I am horrible in math. I have dyscalculia (along with mild dyslexia), I easily forget basic arithmetic principles, and I have a difficult time remembering simple things like my times table. (Despite all of that, I do wonderful in statistic classes, logic, and geometry.) I also blame my weakness on an early adoption of "Integrated" math by my grade school, completely ruining my foundation in math, setting me up for failure in the future.
Considering I'm already horrible in math classes, a lacking instructor tends to secure my failure in the class. Sure enough, I've been dealt one of the worst instructors I have ever encountered. The first week of class, we were stationed in a tiny old room on the edge of campus. It was confined, claustrophobic, and difficult to get my chair into. I rarely use disabilities services on campus for anything other than room changes, so I exercised my right, and had the room moved. Our wonderful teacher found that annoying, and considered me one of those poor disabled people that would cause nothing but problems for him.
That being the start of our relationship, I missed his class a couple of times due to my transportation's poor reliability. I would try to explain this to him later in his office, and he would completely ignore me, claiming that I was going to see the repercussions of missing the class. I rescheduled my transportation for an hour before I have to be there, and I still end up late at least once a week. They won't transport me before that time due to conflicts.
I spent 2 entire weeks in the student learning center (basically a tutor center) with my math homework. We went over every problem twice, and reinforced all of the concepts. The day of the test, I got to class, had the test in front of me, and froze up. I had no idea what to do all of the sudden. I half-robbed it, and put some answers on the paper. When collecting the test, he looks at mine "I told you."
A few weeks later, I worked my rob off again in the tutor center, take a practice test, and get 50% on it. I have trouble making my fancy shmancy calculator do some of the functions he asked us to do with it. I bring it in, he says "Get a new calculator, and stop trying to make things difficult or special."
The week of the exam, my wisdom teeth start coming in and pushing my teeth over, causing severe pain. If you recall, I am unable to get them removed due to the entire throat issue I'm dealing with. I contemplate playing the "crippled" card to get out of doing the test until I can get fully medicated and pain-free. Instead I decide to talk to him personally and explain the situation.
He looks at me, says simply "Well, it's 10% off each day you don't take it." and then closes his office door. I e-mail him later and he lets me come in during spring break and take it. I come in, widdle away at the test, but don't do nearly as well as I would've liked to. I staple what I think is my assignment to the back of the test, and put it in his mailbox. 2 weeks of class passes by, and he says to me "What is this? You think this is a joke?" Apparently I stapled my corrected English paper to the back of the test, and had placed the assignment behind my English papers. He thinks I'm trying to play some kind of a prank on him. I explain, and apologize. He says "Well, it's too late to hand it in, 10% off each day. It's worth no points" I also got 55% on the test.
This happened Friday. On Monday, I missed class, getting there just as it ended. I came from the lunch room to use the bathroom, and he saw me in the hall. "So are you dropping my class?" I looked at him confused "Well, if you aren't coming, and you don't even know how to do it, why bother failing? Just drop it." I wanted to ask him who he thought he was, and why he cared, since he gets paid either way. Instead I tried to explain that I had transportation issues. He rolled his eyes and walked away.
I find out 10 minutes later that a really important doctors appointment about my arthritis had to be moved up due to my doctor's tight time. Right in the middle of the math class. I tried to get to his office and explain it to him, but despite being in it, he wouldn't open the door. I write my situation on a note and tape it to his door.
Today he canceled class, but sees me in the hall. "I see you didn't feel like coming again yesterday. Do you feel like failing another exam?"
I think I should drop his class.
Should I drop it?
ORIGINAL POST:
I am horrible in math. I have dyscalculia (along with mild dyslexia), I easily forget basic arithmetic principles, and I have a difficult time remembering simple things like my times table. (Despite all of that, I do wonderful in statistic classes, logic, and geometry.) I also blame my weakness on an early adoption of "Integrated" math by my grade school, completely ruining my foundation in math, setting me up for failure in the future.
Considering I'm already horrible in math classes, a lacking instructor tends to secure my failure in the class. Sure enough, I've been dealt one of the worst instructors I have ever encountered. The first week of class, we were stationed in a tiny old room on the edge of campus. It was confined, claustrophobic, and difficult to get my chair into. I rarely use disabilities services on campus for anything other than room changes, so I exercised my right, and had the room moved. Our wonderful teacher found that annoying, and considered me one of those poor disabled people that would cause nothing but problems for him.
That being the start of our relationship, I missed his class a couple of times due to my transportation's poor reliability. I would try to explain this to him later in his office, and he would completely ignore me, claiming that I was going to see the repercussions of missing the class. I rescheduled my transportation for an hour before I have to be there, and I still end up late at least once a week. They won't transport me before that time due to conflicts.
I spent 2 entire weeks in the student learning center (basically a tutor center) with my math homework. We went over every problem twice, and reinforced all of the concepts. The day of the test, I got to class, had the test in front of me, and froze up. I had no idea what to do all of the sudden. I half-robbed it, and put some answers on the paper. When collecting the test, he looks at mine "I told you."
A few weeks later, I worked my rob off again in the tutor center, take a practice test, and get 50% on it. I have trouble making my fancy shmancy calculator do some of the functions he asked us to do with it. I bring it in, he says "Get a new calculator, and stop trying to make things difficult or special."
The week of the exam, my wisdom teeth start coming in and pushing my teeth over, causing severe pain. If you recall, I am unable to get them removed due to the entire throat issue I'm dealing with. I contemplate playing the "crippled" card to get out of doing the test until I can get fully medicated and pain-free. Instead I decide to talk to him personally and explain the situation.
He looks at me, says simply "Well, it's 10% off each day you don't take it." and then closes his office door. I e-mail him later and he lets me come in during spring break and take it. I come in, widdle away at the test, but don't do nearly as well as I would've liked to. I staple what I think is my assignment to the back of the test, and put it in his mailbox. 2 weeks of class passes by, and he says to me "What is this? You think this is a joke?" Apparently I stapled my corrected English paper to the back of the test, and had placed the assignment behind my English papers. He thinks I'm trying to play some kind of a prank on him. I explain, and apologize. He says "Well, it's too late to hand it in, 10% off each day. It's worth no points" I also got 55% on the test.
This happened Friday. On Monday, I missed class, getting there just as it ended. I came from the lunch room to use the bathroom, and he saw me in the hall. "So are you dropping my class?" I looked at him confused "Well, if you aren't coming, and you don't even know how to do it, why bother failing? Just drop it." I wanted to ask him who he thought he was, and why he cared, since he gets paid either way. Instead I tried to explain that I had transportation issues. He rolled his eyes and walked away.
I find out 10 minutes later that a really important doctors appointment about my arthritis had to be moved up due to my doctor's tight time. Right in the middle of the math class. I tried to get to his office and explain it to him, but despite being in it, he wouldn't open the door. I write my situation on a note and tape it to his door.
Today he canceled class, but sees me in the hall. "I see you didn't feel like coming again yesterday. Do you feel like failing another exam?"
I think I should drop his class.
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