tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685291647349977200.post7496664824658131039..comments2015-10-12T19:57:57.332+02:00Comments on A New Alcuin: Steinbeck on TeachingThe Hickory Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02099970252405596982noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685291647349977200.post-44857087273345726952014-10-29T00:02:34.563+01:002014-10-29T00:02:34.563+01:00I remember good and bad teachers, some very good a...I remember good and bad teachers, some very good and some very bad, both at school and university. My professor of algebra simply copied out and read out his notes, which hadn't changed for 30 years, because algebra mostly hadn't. His passions were beer and opera. He claimed to have visited every pub in London. Put a pint in his hand and ask him about the use of countertenors in Puccini The Hickory Windhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02099970252405596982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4685291647349977200.post-18504162282096871192014-10-28T15:16:10.436+01:002014-10-28T15:16:10.436+01:00The most appalling "teaching" I came acr...The most appalling "teaching" I came across was at university. I had made the mistake of signing up for English & French Literature, with Italian as a subsidiary. (My real interest, though I discovered it too late, was philosophy.)<br /><br />Senior lecturers stood up and delivered their notes about Camus, Sartre, Shakespeare, Beowulf etc without a trace of proper enthusiasm, let Vincenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18297306807695767580noreply@blogger.com