Here is an essay I just turned in that I’d like to share to see if anyone cares to get a good laugh. Ironically this essay was focused towards my English teacher…

Defective Teaching Teachers

What I go to school for is to learn; I sincerely believed at some point in my existence that was the foundation for its purpose. The journey of my college experiences has been short, and all has been pleasant except for one absurdly weak link: a teacher! Ironically insane I must add, this teacher fails in my grade-book for not having solid teaching tactics, shoddy and immense lack of inspirational drive, and no true concise agenda. It might very well be me that lacks comprehension skills, or possibly, I just don’t get it.
See I try to apply myself everyday I sit in class so that I can become more heightened in my life’s journey; with this, I tend to think of my teachers with respect and knowledge abound. Teachers need to bring forth strong learning substance with them. As a sole individual I don’t see spending time on non-learning material in class very wise. Use that class time to smooth out the rough edges of a book assignment, so that all the blank stares and worried lost looks can grasp an understanding with concepts and ideas.
Walking into a class such as this everyday seems to become more and more like a drag for fear of not obtaining any beneficial knowledge. Nothing is gained and all time seems to be dwindling out the window with despair! Add to the formula a lack of inspiration and now we are cooking “Grade A” disaster. Confidence levels disappear from mingling in such an environment; anger builds constantly from not gaining knowledge, stress levels soar to the clouds. Enlighten me with concepts, support, ideas, and examples with specific intel on the subject at hand. Teach me almighty teacher, for I look at thee with hope.
Grant me a simple clue on how to properly learn from your methods. Weak tactics and inferior inspiration support might seem like the worst it could get, amazingly so, this isn’t the case. Drop in a mysterious changing, non-stable, scheduling and it’s enough to drive a mad deranged soul straight. Agenda bending is ultimately mind boggling madness! Without any indication as to when, what, where and how assignments should be tackled I find myself lost in a vast ocean of openness that seems to easily consume me.
So where does all this mess leave me? All these chaotic aspects of a depriving teacher has made me work harder to have a deeper understanding. Disorganized scheduling, sea sickening inspiration feeds, and inadequate non-productive teaching tactics only leaves me with hope; a hope of deciphering the mess and making it through the blasting reckless storm. Education shouldn’t be some sort of guessing game. At school, I’m there to enlighten, boost, conquer and learn new fundamentals; having any lacking or weak teachers doesn’t support my intentions or dreams. Hope is my only savior now…