Let’s not forget about professors too!
At the ripe old age of 40-something, I went back to community college.
Anecdote #1: Introductory College Chemistry:
Instructor was great at chemistry and great at teaching except he was lousy at math.
Lecture on “dimensional analysis” or whatever they called it that year: He gave an example of converting some length in nanometers to kilometers. (Presumably, one should predict in advance that the result would be a much much smaller number than the original.)
In the midst of working that out, at one point he moved a factor from the denominator to the numerator, but forgot to change the sign on its exponent. I noticed it but kept my mouth shut. (This was in a huge lecture class of about 200.) Nobody else said anything either.
He ended up with a result something like 23 nanometers = 230000 kilometers or something like that. :smack: ONE student in the front row raised her hand and questioned this result. Then I remarked about his missed exponent sign change. The instructor absolutely would not acknowledge that the might have made a math mistake, nor that the result was highly absurd. The entire class broke into a free-for-all of arguing back and forth across the whole lecture hall over it.
This same instructor also had a tendency to put questions on exams (typically involving some math) that he didn’t know how to solve himself, and then marking wrong any student who actually got the right answer (although I suspected in some cases I was the only one in that boat). One such question involved approximate numbers, where the proper rounding of the numbers was the whole point of the problem, but he didn’t know how to work with round numbers very clearly.
Anecdote #2: Health Education Class:
Taught by a P. E. Instructor who had also majored in P. E. Science or Physiology or something like that. (i.e., he had relevant science background.)
When we studied blood alcohol levels, we learned that if you ever manage to get a B.A.C. as high as 0.5%, you are most likely already dead. One student questioned this, asking: Doesn’t that mean your blood is half alcohol? I mean, how could you blood ever become even remotely that high in alcohol content?
She clearly didn’t understand the meaning of 0.5% – But hey, give her credit for noticing the absurdity of what (she thought) that meant, and give her credit for asking!
The instructor confessed that math wasn’t his strong suit, and he couldn’t explain to the class any answer to her question! :smack: