Article February 10, 2014 ISSUE

A lesson in (meta)physics

Kyra Evarts

It was time for physics class, and as usual, I was dragging my feet, trying to think of any excuse not to attend. For what felt like the millionth time, I asked myself, Why does my teacher hate me?

It was still the beginning of my freshman year of high school, but from the first day I hadn’t gotten along with this teacher. It didn’t help that physics was a subject I did not particularly enjoy and didn’t think I was very good at. The teacher never seemed to be supportive of my learning, and even seemed to think I was stupid. Day after day, I would try to think of ways to get out of his class—but I would always end up there, unhappily slouched at my desk.