The Professor - G.

Years ago, back in primary school, I came across G. (I can’t remember his first name). A teacher in his mid-forties if I had to guess. He was teaching mathematics. And he was the teacher that destroyed it for me.

In the first year of primary school, I had another teacher as a math teacher. I really enjoyed learning maths. In the second year, the teacher changed to G.

He was the teacher were you immediately know, that he can’t teach. On the first parents’ consultation day my mother also was convinced that he couldn’t teach. My maths grade dropped from B+ (or 2+ as we have numbers instead of letters, 1-5 to be specific) to D. If I had an E, I wouldn’t have passed primary school.

Not because I wouldn’t have like to learn or that I didn’t enjoy maths, but because of a teacher that wasn’t capable of teaching me.

Years later, I’m still lacking some of the base mathematics (or I think calculus it’s called). Sure, I probably didn’t need it, but at technical college, I had a hard time to keep up.

I hate that I’m missing an integral part of education, but I also have to blame myself that I never taught myself how to do it. Maybe it is time to work it out.