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exatronI've decided to start posting about some of the teachers who have influenced my interests.
First shall be one of my high school math teachers.
Ms. Buda is a very enthusiastic teacher with a profound love of mathematics and a voice with a huge presence, which belies her short, round appearance. Every student she had learned something, even the ones who didn't really want to.
The first class I ever had with her was Accelerated Algebra II in the 9th grade. I'll never forget one of the things she said to her students on our first day, "This class is a matriarchy, not a democracy." That statement caused me to dislike her at first, especially since her loud, enthusiastic voice can sometimes be misinterpreted as angry, but I eventually learned that she is a nice person who cares about her students and wants them to do well.
The next time I had her for a class was Trigonometry. Because the concepts she demonstrated could be very complex, she started demonstrating them with an overhead projector, some transparency sheets, and markers. During one class, she asked one of my classmates to complete the next step in a problem on the overhead projector.
This classmate was able to show what to do next; however, he got ink on his hands in the process. When he realized this, he asked if he could use the bottle of cleaner to wipe off his hands.
Ms. Buda warned him that the cleaner wasn't meant to be used like that, but he didn't listen and he made things a bit worse since the cleaner reacted with the oils on his hands. He then asked if he could go wash his hands, but Ms. Buda decided to tell him no since she had warned him, he didn't listen, and needed to be taught a lesson.
I don't know what he was thinking when he responded, but he then asked if he could get a drink of water. Aware of what he was trying to do, she told him no because he was just going to go wash his hands.
I didn't have her for any classes in the 11th grade, but that didn't stop the amusing encounters with her. Over the summer, my high school received some renovations and technology upgrades. The programming class I had that year was one of the first to benefit from those improvements.
One of the things my class discovered was that we could view the network drives for the school district's other two high schools. As we were trying to figure out precisely what we could access, Ms. Buda enters the computer lab looking for our teacher.
Naturally, this made us very nervous since we knew we weren't supposed to be looking at that stuff. Being an observant teacher, she figured out something was up, but her reaction to what we were doing was completely unexpected. She thought it was cool and wanted to know if we could use what we found to communicate with the teachers at the other schools.
My final memories of having her as a teacher were when she taught Discreet Math in the 12th grade. By this time, most of her students liked and trusted her, which led to a very strange conversation where she revealed some of her personal preferences.
One of my friends was on the soccer team, and conversation one day turned to soccer. Ms. Buda, hearing people mentioning the sport, commented that she always liked mens soccer because the players have cute calves and their uniforms tend to show them off. My friend turned a very bright red when he heard this, and the entire class was shocked because we never expected Ms. Buda to say something like that, but we had a good laugh in the end.
First shall be one of my high school math teachers.
Ms. Buda is a very enthusiastic teacher with a profound love of mathematics and a voice with a huge presence, which belies her short, round appearance. Every student she had learned something, even the ones who didn't really want to.
The first class I ever had with her was Accelerated Algebra II in the 9th grade. I'll never forget one of the things she said to her students on our first day, "This class is a matriarchy, not a democracy." That statement caused me to dislike her at first, especially since her loud, enthusiastic voice can sometimes be misinterpreted as angry, but I eventually learned that she is a nice person who cares about her students and wants them to do well.
The next time I had her for a class was Trigonometry. Because the concepts she demonstrated could be very complex, she started demonstrating them with an overhead projector, some transparency sheets, and markers. During one class, she asked one of my classmates to complete the next step in a problem on the overhead projector.
This classmate was able to show what to do next; however, he got ink on his hands in the process. When he realized this, he asked if he could use the bottle of cleaner to wipe off his hands.
Ms. Buda warned him that the cleaner wasn't meant to be used like that, but he didn't listen and he made things a bit worse since the cleaner reacted with the oils on his hands. He then asked if he could go wash his hands, but Ms. Buda decided to tell him no since she had warned him, he didn't listen, and needed to be taught a lesson.
I don't know what he was thinking when he responded, but he then asked if he could get a drink of water. Aware of what he was trying to do, she told him no because he was just going to go wash his hands.
I didn't have her for any classes in the 11th grade, but that didn't stop the amusing encounters with her. Over the summer, my high school received some renovations and technology upgrades. The programming class I had that year was one of the first to benefit from those improvements.
One of the things my class discovered was that we could view the network drives for the school district's other two high schools. As we were trying to figure out precisely what we could access, Ms. Buda enters the computer lab looking for our teacher.
Naturally, this made us very nervous since we knew we weren't supposed to be looking at that stuff. Being an observant teacher, she figured out something was up, but her reaction to what we were doing was completely unexpected. She thought it was cool and wanted to know if we could use what we found to communicate with the teachers at the other schools.
My final memories of having her as a teacher were when she taught Discreet Math in the 12th grade. By this time, most of her students liked and trusted her, which led to a very strange conversation where she revealed some of her personal preferences.
One of my friends was on the soccer team, and conversation one day turned to soccer. Ms. Buda, hearing people mentioning the sport, commented that she always liked mens soccer because the players have cute calves and their uniforms tend to show them off. My friend turned a very bright red when he heard this, and the entire class was shocked because we never expected Ms. Buda to say something like that, but we had a good laugh in the end.
