Let's start with a story, I remember my first year in uni, MTH class. I struggle with keeping up with the pace of the class and often ask questions that my lecturer finds unimportant. Suddenly my lecturer becomes frustrated with my questions and often discarded them in front of the entire class…
Let's start with a story, I remember my first year in uni, MTH class. I struggle with keeping up with the pace of the class and often ask questions that my lecturer finds unimportant. Suddenly my lecturer becomes frustrated with my questions and often discarded them in front of the entire class. Not that I'm confident enough to ask but when I do, they often discard it.
I feel embarrassed and discouraged. I feel like my lecturer doesn't understand or appreciate my own perspective or way of learning. I just feel like I was always being corrected and punished for not understanding things quickly enough, and wonder why I must suffer consequences for simply trying to learn.
Well, it cost me some grades. I just want someone to understand me
The second poem “ Childhood reflection”
Let's start with a story, I remember my first year in uni, MTH class. I struggle with keeping up with the pace of the class and often ask questions that my lecturer finds unimportant. Suddenly my lecturer becomes frustrated with my questions and often discarded them in front of the entire class. Not that I'm confident enough to ask but when I do, they often discard it.
I feel embarrassed and discouraged. I feel like my lecturer doesn't understand or appreciate my own perspective or way of learning. I just feel like I was always being corrected and punished for not understanding things quickly enough, and wonder why I must suffer consequences for simply trying to learn.
Well, it cost me some grades. I just want someone to understand me