Ally Zidane Materazzi
In an effort to jerk The Permed One out of his exile from the blogging world, here I am with what should qualify as a more 'decent' post.
Exactly one week ago, I sat through my first class of Economic Risk and Uncertainty. It is an option module. An option module is one where we had a choice of 3 or 4 modules, of which we need to chose one. The other choices were Ecology, Economic and Sociology and Sociology and Production which made my choice one of nobrainer since Economic Risk and Uncertainty seems to be the only one that entails more Math and Probability while less French.
Turned out I couldn't be more wrong. This module requires zero calculation. The tutor spent the entire 3 hours just sitting in front of the class and telling us about the history of risk and uncertainty...how it has evolved since Antiquity (when Romans ruled) to the Middle Ages (when fighting were still done without AKs and nuclear), and how it was finally probabilised by some Blaise Pascal guy.
Anyway, that was about all I gathered from my introductory class - knowing in general what the tutor was talking about but no idea at all of the details. He was rattling off definitions of ' risk', 'uncertainty', ' catastrophe', 'disaster' etc in primary school dictation style and expecting us to copy everything down. Which probably wouldn't have been too difficult except that it was in French and I couldn't catch every single word he was reading.
Midway (Fair) through the class, I gave up taking notes. I started imagining my head swelling so big that from the back of the class, I could actually give the tutor a head-butt. This has to be the side-effects of my recent Ally Mcbeal overdose.
I resoluted after the class that no student should ever have to go through a lesson as boring as what I had went through. Classes should be intellectually stimulating. How to make differentiation and integration intellectually stimulating is a question for the future.
Anyway, I just hope I wouldn't ever be on the receiving end of an imaginary head-butt from my students in the future.
Exactly one week ago, I sat through my first class of Economic Risk and Uncertainty. It is an option module. An option module is one where we had a choice of 3 or 4 modules, of which we need to chose one. The other choices were Ecology, Economic and Sociology and Sociology and Production which made my choice one of nobrainer since Economic Risk and Uncertainty seems to be the only one that entails more Math and Probability while less French.
Turned out I couldn't be more wrong. This module requires zero calculation. The tutor spent the entire 3 hours just sitting in front of the class and telling us about the history of risk and uncertainty...how it has evolved since Antiquity (when Romans ruled) to the Middle Ages (when fighting were still done without AKs and nuclear), and how it was finally probabilised by some Blaise Pascal guy.
Anyway, that was about all I gathered from my introductory class - knowing in general what the tutor was talking about but no idea at all of the details. He was rattling off definitions of ' risk', 'uncertainty', ' catastrophe', 'disaster' etc in primary school dictation style and expecting us to copy everything down. Which probably wouldn't have been too difficult except that it was in French and I couldn't catch every single word he was reading.
Midway (Fair) through the class, I gave up taking notes. I started imagining my head swelling so big that from the back of the class, I could actually give the tutor a head-butt. This has to be the side-effects of my recent Ally Mcbeal overdose.
I resoluted after the class that no student should ever have to go through a lesson as boring as what I had went through. Classes should be intellectually stimulating. How to make differentiation and integration intellectually stimulating is a question for the future.
Anyway, I just hope I wouldn't ever be on the receiving end of an imaginary head-butt from my students in the future.
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