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Date: 2 Dec 2009 11:49 pm (UTC)I hated Ms. Mason more, but that was mostly because she hated me. At least she wasn't actually mind-numbingly stupid.
Although, funny story re hating teachers, the Spanish II teacher, whose name I forget, had some kind of grudge against the woman who had taught me Spanish 1, and when I upgraded to IB, they required that I take a catchup course over the summer at UA which was dubbed 103, and was an intensive review of 101-102 for people who already had HS Spanish. (Despite not having had it before, I was at the top of the class, along with a girl who was a native speaker of Italian.) That class ended less than a month before 10th grade started and it covered about half the material that we then proceeded to cover in Spanish III, but at a much more congenial pace! So I actually started the year ahead. Apparently my mom is still offended that the teacher, at a teacher conference, took her aside to say that despite not having had her class I was "catching up well" when my mom already knew for a fact that I was already at the top of her class as well. Like, she still dislikes this teacher, whom she still meets at social functions, because of it.
Um, at least I came by my grudge-holding honestly?