Awesome teachers
Teachers have been getting a right kicking recently and it's not fair. So, let's hear it for the teachers who've inspired you, made you laugh, or helped you to make massive explosions in the chemistry lab. (Thanks to Godwin's Lawyer for the suggestion)
( , Thu 17 Mar 2011, 11:18)
Teachers have been getting a right kicking recently and it's not fair. So, let's hear it for the teachers who've inspired you, made you laugh, or helped you to make massive explosions in the chemistry lab. (Thanks to Godwin's Lawyer for the suggestion)
( , Thu 17 Mar 2011, 11:18)
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My finest teacher ...
successfully negotiated an extended metaphor.
My Year 10 Maths teacher taught us a lesson on derivitives. He drew a grid on the floor, organised us into groups of four, and gave us each a fiver, and small wooden horse.
Upon this precipice he taught us the basics of odds, and therefore gambling. He assumed the role of bookie, set up a board, and weighted several horses. He adjusted the odds accordingly, invited us to place our bets, and then introduced 1d6 (a six sided dice for the uninitiated).
Each imaginary horse would have its' team roll said 1d6, have its handicap applied, and then proceed along the indelibly inked track on the Maths room floor.
I won a tenner on the back of that imaginary crippled piece of wood masquerading as a thoroughbred.
The lesson of derivitives is now deeply inscribed on my conscience, even if it is only trotted out once a year on Melbourne Cup Day.
( , Sat 19 Mar 2011, 7:06, Reply)
successfully negotiated an extended metaphor.
My Year 10 Maths teacher taught us a lesson on derivitives. He drew a grid on the floor, organised us into groups of four, and gave us each a fiver, and small wooden horse.
Upon this precipice he taught us the basics of odds, and therefore gambling. He assumed the role of bookie, set up a board, and weighted several horses. He adjusted the odds accordingly, invited us to place our bets, and then introduced 1d6 (a six sided dice for the uninitiated).
Each imaginary horse would have its' team roll said 1d6, have its handicap applied, and then proceed along the indelibly inked track on the Maths room floor.
I won a tenner on the back of that imaginary crippled piece of wood masquerading as a thoroughbred.
The lesson of derivitives is now deeply inscribed on my conscience, even if it is only trotted out once a year on Melbourne Cup Day.
( , Sat 19 Mar 2011, 7:06, Reply)
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