~Professor’s Done It Again~
This is a continuation of my last journal entry, just because I’d like to fill you in on how Van Ornum’s midterm went.
Remember how I mentioned teaching to the test is not really his style? Well, apparently teaching us anything is not his style. The man gave us a study guide filled with topics and terms that actually had something to do with Measurement and Evaluation, even though he never went over any.
I thought, “What the heck. Let me study this thing, maybe i’ll learn something.” So I took my notes, my flash cards, and spend an hour looking them over. It felt nice, pretending I had a real instructor instead of the nutty professor I knew him to be.
I walked into class with confidence up my sleeve. No tricks, no BS, that’s what Van Ornum promised. Amanda is sitting next to me in the front of the class, she is just ready to get it over with. I see Erin to my right, vigorously checking over her notes. Van Ornum Is shuffling the tests in his hands, waiting for the clock to hit 9:30.
And so it does. He shuts the door and tells everyone to put away their notes. “As future teachers,” he begins, “you must be prepared for anything that comes your way.” Two feet in front of me, I see the slightest smirk on his face. I’m not sure why that is, until he passes out the tests.
The class goes silent. We stare at our papers in astonishment. The whole test is math, percentiles and devision. We never learned this. It wasn’t on our study guide, in our notes or in the text book. The girl next to me belches out, “Can we use a calculator??”
“Nope,” He shoots her a rotten smile, “If you are going to teach 4th graders, you should know 4th grade math.”
Then this girl stands up. She has been in three of my classes and talks with a very sharp tongue. She walked up to him after everyone was settled. “You never taught us this. Nothing that you had us study is on this test.”
“Don’t be Jimmy Carter and complain!” He starts, “As teachers you should be prepared for whatever, and you should know how to do this without a calculator.”
“I can learn this on my own time, or with another professor. You never taught us math.” The girl, whose name escapes me, is shut down. None of us said anything out loud, but we were all rooting for her on the inside. I could feel it. I look over at Amanda, She’s writing some numbers down, where she’s getting them from I couldn’t tell you. I just know the sour look on her face says it all.
So I come up with some numbers, why not? I don’t have anything to loose. And at the very bottom, I wrote him a little passive aggressive note. Nothing that will get me on his bad side. Just a small sentence about “content validity,” a term that we were suppose to study and know for our midterm. It means the teacher is teaching what will be on the test, that the teacher is teaching what he or she should be teaching.
I told him he doesn’t have any.
Who knows? Maybe he’ll think i’m ballsy and give me an A. Either way, I only have 8 more weeks left with the guy, and I’m counting down the seconds.