mr q. haha

Today turned out to be rather horrible. when i first set foot on the campus grounds, i had this weird unpleasant feeling that i have forgotten something. i checked my things but there seem to be nothing missing or left behind at all. so i just let those feelings go. it might have been some nerve jitters from my lack of sleep because i was making application letters whole night last night. so when i went home for lunch, is familiarized these greek gods and was able to memorize all the olympians and some freakin titans. but then there was that feeling again that i really had forgotten something or so something like that. i was sitting on our car when suddenly physics came to my mind. i thought maybe i forgot to bring something with regards to the subject. i checked my bag and found out that nada was really missin because all i needed for the subject were my notebook and my calculator. so again, i disregarded the same feelin. so physics class began and again the feeling came making me utterly uncomfortable. when i learned there was a test, i calmed down a little because then mr. q won't be talking, making less the chances that he would shout at us. you see, when he came in he sort of had this upset look that contributed to our disappointment and to mine all the more. we took the test for an hour and i was confident i'd get a well-rounded score because i knew how it worked.

i finished ahead of the rest and i was waiting and there was the feeling again but i igored it because it couldn't have been me failing because i was sure i'd get at least a passing grade. after a couple of minutes or so, everyone was done and the feeling was going away bit by bit because we weren't discussing a new lesson but our answers. little did i know that the discussion of answers will be a WHOLE LOT WORSE. well at one occasion or another, the feeling surfaced again but this time, only stronger and t'was beginning to be overwhelming. the urge to raise my hand to volunteer for a number I know how to solve but i lost my guts right then and there. the feeling was getting stronger and stronger every easy number solved. so when the hard ones came i was suddenly sure that i was going to be called to solve for one.

funny how i WAS called! although i didn't like the number i solved because i wasn't really sure of my answer, i was thankful i didn't get the one danielle did because it was very very complicated. so we were solving, both of us in the board and i started to tremble like crazy. but what came next was unimaginably terrifying.

when mr. q saw that both our correction factors were wrong because it wasn't '"squared", he suddenly erupted in this dumbfounding shouting fits that took all our breaths away. But imagine what the two of us must have felt! i tell u, it was the horrible thing...well at first when i was called, i seemed to loose my guts, this time i felt like every inch of my insides never existed at all. it was like they were disappearing one by one with every letter he yelled like we were some kind of deaf stupid people. and to think he had this throat injury or something! im not angry or anything because i understood what he must have felt. i guess throwing tantrums in class are normal stuff teachers do to show their frustration because no matter how hard they think they tried, 80% of the students still wouldn't get the g's of their lessons. but the issue is this: there was never a need to shout because as a student, we don't learn that way. when we are intimidated by a teacher, we loose the heart to ever learn anything that teacher has to say.

mr. q has always been one of my favorite teachers since i was still a freshman because i think he embodies the true essence of teachers who make outstanding students. i respect him and i am honored to be one of his students. but the downside to those good things are the shouting fits. when i learned how to solve my problem, i solved it directly but because he shouted at me, i forgot everything that i was to write so i panicked again. it isn't really a problem if he gets angry and stuff like that but i don't think he needed to shout for us to understand the lesson. he's my perfect role-model but what he showed to me in class today sort of disappointed me and proved that there will never be a "perfect" role-model.

but anyway, even though he showed a rather preposterous behavior today, i still love him as my teacher because i know in a thousand years, llci will never have someone as headstrong, as funny and as temperamental as the moody but quirky mr. q. he still rocks!