How much I liked a class in high school depended so much on the teacher.
I suddenly remembered all those classes (the ones I liked) where the teacher passed around the muster sheet with all the students names on it and the teacher would ask to write down our name on it if deferred from the one on there. Usually this was because those names were often misspelled but teacher would also say if we “went by another name” they would go by that name when mustering. More often than not this was a nickname but a few times it wasn’t. And that gives me fond memories.
it’s really funny bc like listening to english majors talk about their classes or projects theyre really articulate and they use complex words and stuff and it’s very prestigious sounding and then you listen to science majors and if theyre just talking amongst themselves it sounds more like “yeah i put the compound in the thing and honestly i was hoping for a little boom but all i got was a sizzle i dont know what i did wrong.”