In my second year in the Norwegian High School (videregående), I had the most horrible teacher in Norwegian and Gym. He was proud and so full of himself that I gag just thinking about it. He refused to follow the usual method, and in every single class he came in, handed out a piece of paper which he read out loud. Then we had a spelling test to learn to spell things like "Supreme Court Justice" (Høyesterettsjustitiarius) and "penis case" (penisfutteral). Then he left, so that we could use the time to work on our own.
Let me put it this way: The third year, we got (what the school considered, and I agree) the best teacher at the school, so that he could repair the damage and help us so that we at least could pass our graduating exams. We had to spend the first semester just learning everything we were supposed to have learned the year before.
At the end of the second year, the demon norwegian teacher sent everyone in my class a letter, and Im putting it out here. It's in Norwegian, but I might find time to translate it, as I've finished my philosophy-essay and have nothing else to do today.
This last letter is the letter the school management sent when they were informed about the teacher's letter.
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