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So in the past I've talked about my most and least favorite teachers, but I've never talked about the classes I liked and hated most. Since I've now left the educational system for the foreseeable future, I figured it's a good time to do that!
In elementary school, things were pretty simple. We kind of had classes, but mostly it was all a long block with the same teacher talking about lots of different subjects--from English (my favorite) to math (definitely not my favorite). But we also had "specials," usually one a day, that focused on arts and sports. Library was my favorite special, of course, because I love books. The one thing I didn't like was having a limit on how many I could check out! I also was never a fan of being told what to read, but generally, the teachers gave "gentle suggestions" rather than orders. (And I ignored them.) P.E. was my least favorite special., because even then, years before I developed fibromyalgia, I did not do well trying to accomplish physical tasks.
I got pulled out of class on a regular basis for GATE sessions, which were another favorite. At times, we learned about stuff that didn't interest me at all, and that wasn't fun, but when we were doing stuff that I liked, it was amazing. I definitely learned a lot there! GATE, as I said in my post about teachers, is where I first got the tools I needed to start working towards publication.
In middle school, seventh grade, we started having actual separate classes with different teachers. It was there that I discovered I had some interest in biological science. But I also really enjoyed my history class, thanks to the great teacher I had! Meanwhile, creative writing, a subject that you'd think I'd love, was not going so well. It turns out I'm not a big fan of being forced to write in a specific way, and it didn't help that the teacher was honestly a mess. P.E. also continued to be a disaster. But orchestra, which I'd been so upset to see on my schedule that I'd cried, turned out to be great! I'd been bullied during afterschool orchestra in elementary school, but the bullies had quit, and now I realized that I was actually much better at it than I'd thought.
In eighth grade, I struggled my way through what was supposed to be an open-project GATE class and a bad Algebra I class, both thanks to terrible teachers. (P.E. was slightly less bad, but it still wasn't great.) English and Yearbook, which I both had with the same good teacher, worked quite well for me. I also continued to enjoy my time in orchestra.
In high school, ninth grade, my class preferences were once again strongly affected by the teachers. English, with a good teacher, was my favorite, while Spanish, with a terrible teacher, was my least favorite. In all honesty, I think Spanish is a lovely language, and I would've liked to have taken it longer, but I couldn't handle the teachers at my school.
I also hated Physics, because physics. Pretty much the entire time I was in that class I had no idea what was going on, and yet I somehow got an A-. I guess because I'm good at faking my way through it. Seriously, physics is my least favorite subject of all time. I can't say I loved Geometry, either--algebra actually makes more sense in my brain. Orchestra was rough, thanks to a couple of new bullies, while P.E. was the best it had ever been, thanks to a much more considerate teacher and nicer classmates. That's where I figured out that I could get my daily aerobic exercise using an exercise bike and it wouldn't cause me all the extreme pain that running does.
I had the same English teacher in tenth grade, which went well, and orchestra improved a lot, becoming an important social point for me that I loved--and had a lot of anxiety over, but c'est la vie. Meanwhile, New Mexico history was a terrible experience. I honestly don't know why--at the time I blamed the teacher, but then in eleventh grade, I had him for a different class and loved him. In fact, that eleventh grade government class was one of my top favorites. I'd never realized before that that I had an interest in government and the way society is run, but in that class, I was completely engaged. Since then, I've continued to have a lot of interest in social issues.
AP English was also good in eleventh grade, though there were some parts that I did not like (i.e. annotating a very slow nonfiction book about the Dust Bowl). Trigonometry was a huge struggle for me, partly because I was at the beginning of my experience with fibromyalgia brain fog, but the teacher was very kind. Meanwhile, I found child development interesting but also ended up having a huge panic attack when we saw a live birth video, soooooo... yeah.
In twelfth grade, with graduation looming, things were quite nice. I had a really good time in orchestra and in my second AP English class, and there weren't really any classes that I hated. I was done with science and math and history and P.E., after all.
Or at least I was done until college. Yay for gen eds! (*grumble grumble*) Freshman math was a nightmare, not in the least because I'd chosen an 8am class. NEVER DO THAT, YOUNG COLLEGE FOLK. English was a backslide for me in terms of difficulty, which means I found it exceptionally boring. I had a similar problem in most of my gen eds. It turns out my high school was at a really high academic level compared to most! I also hated Music Theory and found it to be a real struggle, which is a big part of why I decided not to continue being a music major, despite loving my voice lessons.
Sophomore year, I transferred from Adams State to BYU-Idaho and now had to make up a bunch of gen-eds, because credits don't transfer all that well, y'all. I had a religion class with the teacher that I still feel the most anger towards. I was interested in government, but ended up hating the hybrid class format as well as how far across campus it was. Creative writing once again went badly thanks to overly strict writing guidelines, and because of that, I decided to switch my focus in my English degree from creating writing to literature. I don't remember any classes being particularly enjoyable for me sophomore year, but I honestly remember very little of my time at BYU-I, thanks to my growing struggle with chronic illness.
Junior year, I think I took an online class about natural disasters that I found quite interesting, and I was reaching the end of my gen eds, after a final struggle with one teacher who taught a class about religion and family and a capstone class about discussing difficult topics with others. She had a very narrow worldview and was not easy to work with. I also had a hard time with both of my American literature classes (it seems I prefer British, French, and Russian classics), but in the first one, I did learn a lot.
Senior year was once again home free when it came to classes, because all I had to take was English classes. I made one final attempt at a creative writing class with screenwriting, and it went really well! The teacher was much more flexible than than the one in my freshman class, which meant I got to write what I loved. I also learned a lot through the screenwriting form and the resources she gave us. Lots of love for that teacher! I enjoyed both of my classes with Brother Merrill as well, though his unorganized nature did make me panic at first. I spent my time in my YA lit class being overexcited and nerdy, and although I question the teacher's book selections, I liked it.
In grad school, the five online classes I took were not particularly great. I liked the first one all right, but it was overwhelming at times, especially since I was then at my sickest. All but one of the classes that followed I found boring, which was part of my reason for quitting my MLIS. The one that I didn't find boring, I absolutely hated. It was all about management, and it turns out I was not destined to be a manager, guys. It didn't help that the workload was the heaviest of maybe any single class I've ever taken, and it set off lots of flares in my illnesses.
All in all, there are five factors that seem to have affected my interest in classes. The subject and the teacher were the most important ones, followed closely by difficulty level. Honestly, I found most of my classes to be too boring and repetitive! My fellow classmates and the class style (i.e. hybrid classes) were also lesser factors in my enjoyment.
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