You know, I never sought out to be an evil math teacher. I’ve worked any number of my jobs in my lifetime…. everything from working in mental health to working as a banker. But the universe seems to have a perverse sense of humor…
Thankfully, so do I.
I like myself much better as a math teacher than I did as a banker.
My favorite math teachers when I was growing up could broadly be categorized into two groups: (1) geniuses from another dimension, and (2) scary as hell. Nice… well, nice is like bland food. It will keep you going, but who wants a steady diet of it? Give me weird, bold, challenging… Nice is so incredibly overrated.
I guess that just makes me a math gourmet. Most people just think I’m strange.
I can live with that. Hell, anything beats being branded with the bland appellation of “nice”. Nice is what the victims of horror movies have going for them – not particularly good, not especially smart, just nice. As for myself, I root for the villains. At the very least they have drive… and frequently have power tools. And creativity.
So, evil makes people grow. Perhaps simply out of a sense of self-preservation, but by-Zeus they’ll make an effort! Success is what people say they want: Fame, fortune, security… blah blah blah… So often failure is the rocket-fuel to success.
Cue maniacal laughter.
I never sought out to become an evil math teacher, but I’ll play the hand that I’m dealt.