listen to my story, I took Cal 1 and Cal 2 each twice. What I got?
Cal. 1 by teacher ONE - C
Cal. 2 by teacher ONE - F
Cal. 1 by teacher TWO - C
Cal. 2 by teacher THREE - A
For teacher ONE, Our grade based on 4 quizs and one final and 10 homeworks.
So the Cal. 1 I got my tests grades accordingly: A, B, C, D, F.
The reason I got such bad grades was because I missed too many classes. (more than 2/3)
(I was a really bad student in my first 1.5 years of college, but then I chose to be a premed and add one more year to my college.)
Anyway, then in my Teacher ONE cal. 2, I continued to miss the 9AM classes and not understood due to the missing link from Cal.
I cried after turning in my Cal. 2 final.
I remembered exactly my conversation with my teacher that day.
"How was it?" She asked
"...... Oh man." i said
I went out the classroom and recalled a song,
"...to so faithful a friend, to so loving a king..."
then I cried.
So my second time taking cal. 1, was an evening class. Well, I just hated that teacher. I cutted classes often, cause it was just boring. In the beginning I knew the stuff, but then I continued to missed out. Eventually I was grateful that I got a grade not lower than the first one.... (pathetic)
But Cal. 2, I have to say that, I eternally appreciate what this GREAT instructor had taught me.
In fact, he was just a PhD student in UVa, a TA in fact. But HE, HE rescued my math. I found out how simple Calculus actully is. I interested in his class.
Before I always felt inactive and careless in the class. But in his class, the first thing he did in the first day was asking us to introduce ourselves.
His style was calling our names and asked us to answer questions. I felt being "PARTICIPATED". I only missed 3 times!! (broke my own record) I totally loved and respected him. He was really a nice and potentially awesome teacher. His name is Aaron by the way.
No kidding, I was the only person got an A in that class. (There were less than 10 people at the end of the semester.)