29.12.2006
ELECTIC SUBJECTS
ELECTIC SUBJECTS http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/Satan%C2%B4s%20Choice-Skrattans%20Val.mp3

On the spring-semester of the first year we had to elect the two subjects, that we would like to emphasize on, for example if we were given the chance to choose subjects to teach, primarily in the older classes of the Elementary school. Of course my first elect was ENGLISH ,but I had more difficulty when electing the second subject.
In my opinion the subject would be either MATHE-MATICS or HISTORY/SOCIOLOGY.
I believed that the former subject would have been quite promising when teaching the younger kids, probably not more difficult than addition, subtraction, multiplication and devision.
The second subject I believed to be more claimant for the teacher and interesting because how it covers human activities.
I took one lesson in mathematics.
I was feeling quite sure of myself, when it began, loaded with all the books necessary, not having the slightest idea
about their contents. I really was startled, when the teacher started writing some kind of puzzling mathematical equations on the blackboard.
That certainly wasn´t the mathematic or arithmetic that I had expected, before I opened the book.
Despite having had not too bad a success when dealing with mathematics earlier in my school-attendance, for example I was honored with the mark nine zero zero when I gratuated from junior college, I came to the conclusion, that if my mathematical talent remained still in my brain, then it must be quite well hidden somewhere in the wrinkles:
I couldn´t understand a thing.
I left the mathematic-class in a real hurry, because eventhough everybody seemed to enjoy the equations, just as a delicious meal;
and elected the other choice, where the teachers were primarily Loftur (a minister's brother) Guttormsson and Lydur Bjornsson, who were very excellent teachers. At a later time I realized that I really could have con-gratulated myself for making this choice, eventhough it wasn't my first choice;
History/Sociology being some kind of a chatterbox and thus inferior. I really used to enjoy these lessons and at times I talked so much about various things I thought I really had something relevant to say.
Not even the teacher was able to stop me!
I behaved just as I hadn't left home, the original blatherskate.
The reason for this behaviour of mine was possibly caused by my dumbness when I awoke from my coma at the hospital, but maybe just because of my natural shyness also. And I can't forget to mention my behaviour in grammarschool, when I was often punished for my endless blathering, as one of my former teachers used to call it.
One teacher had even prohibited me from attending mathematic- lessons for a week because of my resistless singing besetment, but the same became my commissioner later when I became a teacher myself in my home-town.
Each time I found the way to solve a mathematical problem I used to sing aloud, quite immersed.
The reason why the history-teachers didn't reprimand me when I disturbed the lessons must have been either that my speech wasn't just bullocks, or they were just so polite and kind men.
Who knows?