Great story. You’re a natural teacher. Last day of Sunday school, 1972, my teacher had her students put our names in a hat to win an Eisenhower silver dollar. I won it. When I was leaving the classroom she pulled me aside and told me that she was so pleased that I won it since I had been a good student. I still have the coin. Many years later I saw her at a grocery store. She was now an old lady and I a grown man. I told her that I still had the coin and, with her eyes smiling, said she remembered giving it to me. When I look at the coin I think of the lessons she taught and the kind sweet lady she was.
My third grade teacher was walking down the classroom isle when she spied over my shoulder and discovered me knitting in my lap. She announced, “class, Bobby K is knitting. Tell the class what you are knitting.” I sheepishly replied, “a sweater for my Troll (you remember, those naked little dolls with long white hair and three fingers.) Well, that made for a rough couple of weeks on the playground. My Mom had taught me how to knit and crochet. I’m now 68 years old. Those skills came in handy as I’m about ready to retire after a long successful career as a Surgeon. But I’ll never forget Mrs. Harper busting my balls 60 years ago.
When I was in third grade our teacher (an old spinster) on the first day of school, made it a point to tell the class that she hated little boys and loved little girls. She made life miserable for us boys, regularity drawing blood with her steel edged ruler. I ended up having real trust issues with any teacher from then on. That was 60 plus years ago.
I can relate with you on the "old spinster" teacher. My 2nd grade teacher used her big ring to thump us on the head when we lost track of thought. She eventually got herself fired.
I had one teacher that would pick you up by the earlobe, I remember hearing a ripping sound when she did that. And boy did it hurt. That was back in the early 60's
I was a public school teacher for about 18 years. I gave a pop quiz every class, but my uses for the quizzes were a bit different. To start with, my students were not college-bound because they were almost universally objective learners. I taught a highly technical subject that required a college-graduate level of communications and mathematics to students who struggled to graduate high school. In addition, my students all worked full-time, and therefore class attendance was not 100% accountable. Anyhow, the quiz was generally about the lessons from the previous class, andd if the student took the quiz, he scored 100%, and that score figured into his grade. The reason for the quiz was to tell me if I taught the subject. If any student answered one question incorrectly, then I failed to teach. I held myself 100% accountable. Like I said, my students were objective learners. I taught comprehension, not memorization. If you understand how and why something works, you don't have to memorize anything.
I remained friends with my kindergarten teacher from 1968 until her passing in Feb 2024. She was a great help to me when my son entered school - her advice "back off". LOL
I was fortunate to have a Bible and Science teacher that was a Drill Sargent in the USMC, took us in behind the school and taught us to shoot. Even took us to the local shooting range. Pastor Rick Young.
I went to a prep school in New Hampshire in the 1960's. My best teacher held himself to a high standard, and expected the same from us. He was inspirational. He taught English, Latin, and French. An old school kind of guy. The school was a shambles in so many ways, but I'll never forget that teacher. He made the whole experience worth it, when everything else about the school was a mess. Rest in peace, Bill. You were a gentleman. Anyone with a good grounding in Latin, can open the door to all the romance languages, and much else besides. History, science, philosophy, literature, culture. I too, like silver dollars. I only have a few, but I treasure them. My favorite came from the Carson City mint.
If i recall correctly, Hickok's very first video was him demonstrating cowboy guns for his students, because they were studying Shane by Jack Schaefer. I expect it really brought the book to life for them.
That was particularly enjoyable for me. You see, when I got out of the Army in 1991, I had these high ideals about teaching and going back to school forever. I immediately got a job teaching social studies, but I was thrown right into the fire when I was given the seventh graders! I quickly learned that even at a suburban parochial school, seventh grade was the worst crop of students. Half wanted to remain children, while the other half wanted to be adults (not in a good way either). At the time, I was around 25 years old. I was a strong man right out of the Army and Desert Storm. I had always been a great student, albeit I had also always been something of a comedian. But I always told my teachers, if I was “too much,” let me know and I’d quit. My intention was to make class enjoyable. I thought, with such a background, I’d make a good teacher-and of course, I wanted to be the most likable teacher. I soon learned how much of a mistake that would be! These children equated “niceness” to “weakness,” and often I’d had to spend more time getting the class back to order than on the day’s lesson plan. Quite a few times the principal would come into the classroom and rigidly restore order. Out of a class of 30 or so, maybe five were bright kids who wanted to learn; maybe a few more found the disruptions irritating, but the rest were adamant about turning the class into recess. That was the first year. That class was an equal mix of boys and girls, and in seventh grade, typically girls are a bit more mentally mature than the boys. While it was a struggle all year, I found that the girls could, as a group, impose their will upon the disrupters. The second year, however, the class was comprised of all boys and four girls-and the girls hung out with the boys! They were like one big gang. My sophomore attempt at teaching such a softball subject was an utter and complete failure! I sent scores of students to the principal’s office, had numerous talks with parents who wanted to know why their little angel was in trouble, and was forced to assign a lot of homework that should’ve been completed in class. The lesson plan had a two-week bloc on sexuality that I refused to teach, forcing the principal herself to teach the class whilst I sat in the back “observing.” The children definitely won the battle of wills… and those were children from more upper middle class backgrounds. Ironically, throughout my life I dated three women who taught in the Pittsburgh Public School system. All three declared that a full 40% of their time was dedicated to discipline. One girl taught third grade in the depths of the inner city (I heard third grade was the second worst level), but she was extremely strict with her kids. Another taught art in a Pittsburgh high school, but her experience was fraught with problems. She was a great artist who had been deaf nearly all of her life, and thought the logical way to capitalize on her talents was to teach; however, she was all but assaulted in the classroom by “special needs” students-21 year old degenerates that tended to gravitate towards courses like art. The other girl was a kindergarten teacher who was little more than a paid babysitter, I suppose, yet all three convinced me that being a teacher required way more patience and conviction than I was capable of conjuring. I quit after that year. I became a Pittsburgh firefighter, and eventually a lieutenant. I did continue my education, having gone to school all the way until the age of 47. Eventually, I became an adjunct EMT instructor within the fire department, but there is a distinct difference between teaching adults than children. Way back in 1991, I wanted to pass on what knowledge I had, and be a role model for generations to come, and though I failed at teaching those seventh graders, I believe that in my own way I’ve achieved my goals. I’ve lived a good life, had the greatest job in the world, maintained my scholarship, and I tried my best to be a good role model for as many young people as I could.
Interesting observations. I think one of the most difficult challenges in teaching is forcing yourself to be stricter than it's your nature to be. Through the years I learned to be pretty strict but yet still have fun with the kids. It's a tough dance, but it makes teaching SO much more enjoyable. I made myself start out pretty strict each year and not let things ever come close to getting out of control That way, if I wanted to LET things get a little crazy at times, they knew it was because I wanted things to get a little crazy or loose. I'd tell them the first day that I liked to have as much fun as anybody and was quite a prankster myself, but that I was a bit like "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." That I could easily turn into a Drill Sergeant if needed, so don't make me do that. :-)
For my most hated class (I simply couldn't wrap my head around it), algebra, I had to ask my teacher for help. I couldn't fail it, because it was at the core of my curriculum. He was a good man to take time out of his day to teach me after class. I only got a barely passing grade (5,5 on a scale of 1-10) but without him, I never would have gotten close.
I went to a private high school. Freshman year we were instructed at orientation to read course outlines prior to the first day of classes. I didn’t read them, and got away with it in every class except my English teacher, Mrs O’Neil. It turned out she had put a reading assignment in addition to a supply list in her course outline due on the first day of class. She had me stay for detention first day of my freshman year. It scared me straight and I never missed another assignment. I thought she was cruel for her actions at the time, but reflecting back, it was exactly what I needed to become a better student.
I had a history teacher who would reward students who studied more than required. On the exam about WW2 I got a 13 on a scale of 1-10. That raised my average and I think it's a great way to motivate students.
I am a flight instructor and I totally understand. I get quite frustrated when students don't come prepared for a flight. I am never mean to them but I try to explain that it will cost them a lot more money if they don't come prepared for every lesson because it will take more time for me to teach them if they don't come prepared, and every minute in an airplane is very expensive. I just want them to succeed and save as much money as possible. I've found with my students when I show them how much easier it is to learn something when they come prepared they gain motivation to show up with the homework done.
I learned very late the value of school. I skipped class so often, it nearly lead to my expulsion. If I could change anything about my life, it would be that. I was bullied severely, struggled with ADHD and Autism - of which I learned the effects on me only 20 years later. School was a very unsafe place for me, when it shouldn't have been. Today I love learning and try to learn every day.
When I was in the third grade, the continental drift between North America and Europe was not a common theory. This was in 1948. I told the teacher that America and Europe seemed to fit together, as well as South America and Africa. She started to laugh and said that was the stupidest thing she ever heard. Naturally my fellow students also laughed at me. I never asked another question during my time in public school.
I started teaching out of college in 1998, and I am excited to start the new year. You are correct though, Hickok, it is the most rewarding profession in many ways, and it is harder and harder every year to teach in the age of tiktok, smart phones, short attention spans, increasing mandates from politicians who don't know their a$$ from their elbow....but to know you can help the kids build self discipline, a love for learning, and impact their lives positively remains the honor of my life.
I’m 68yrs old. I learned to weld in the late 70s. I asked the man I was helping to teach me to weld. Finally he told me I’ll teach you but don’t waste it. Early 90s he called me at our business and said he wanted me to teach welding at night at the local Technical School. I could tell a guy who cut grass for living wanted to better himself. Then those who didn’t have a clue what to do for living those who were ex military those who were there on daddy’s money. I had a college professor that would get ill as a hornet if he asked a question and you said I don’t know! He would say I stood here and gave the lesson or lecture so you should know don’t waste my time tell me you don’t remember! I’ve had employees the same way asked the same question everyday on the same type of project he has been doing for 6mo or better. Why doesn’t it sink in! Wanted all the money and none of the work! The only goal they had was Friday to get the pay check and hit the scenes! I’ve seen craftsmen and craftsmanship slowly deteriorate over the last 40 yrs of my working in factories and such! I’ve seen some you can’t melt a job and pour on them! My grandpa told me as a preteen if you go through a day without learning something that day was wasted! I appreciate your service in the educational field. I appreciate your videos!!!!
The best thing I ever did was pick up plumbing and fitting ..welding is a good trade to pick up as well young men need a trade so they aren't trying to pay bills on a minimum wage job, which is impossible .
I had a somewhat hard-azz high school freshman teacher who gave a 5 question quiz every day, sometimes with 1 extra credit question. It was the first 5-10 minutes of class, so you could not be late; he'd make you wait outside the door and then sometimes give you detention too for being late. The quiz questions where never particularly hard but it kept everyone on their toes. I wish more teachers did it that way in freshman year. It basically forced us all to grow up and take responsibility for putting in the work. I respected that. When I look back on high school, he was one of the teachers I really liked.
Reminds me of my 10th or 11th grade English teacher who made his students memorize and recite, before the entire class, Beowulf in Old English. I am now 76 and I still hate that bastard. I can't imagine you ever being that cruel.
I enjoyed you telling us about your experiences as a teacher. Story always fascinates me and you have done that. I also appreciate longer format content.
I was just telling my wife the other day how great it'd be to have a Hickock podcast and I can't believe I just stumbled upon these videos! Might be because I'm from the Hoosier state and am drawn to it, but I'd love to hear more about your time playing basketball in High School and College!
An interesting video, thanks for doing it. I'm older too and retired now but it all brings back some old memories. I'll get to that in a moment, but first, doesn't sound to me that you were a "Mean Teacher", sounds like you were a thoughtful one and making an effort to benefit your students. Of course, would need to hear from them on that 😉 My High School years were just plain awful. Best decision I made was to drop out early in my senior year and seek education on my own terms. Please understand I was always an "A" student. Classes in History and Civics (what they called "Social Studies" back then), Science and to some extent Math all fascinated and came easily for me. English on the other hand did not, as I always needed to find some logical basis and never could in any rules of language or grammar. I did well in writing assignments, oddly enough, but never in remembering the rules of English (I also failed entirely at attempts to force me through both French and Spanish, but that's a different and longer tale). Why I dropped out was a combination of boredom and outrage. I felt I'd been offered nothing new to learn since the seventh grade, and there I was in the twelfth. I suppose what tripped my trigger the most was being informed that Guidance Counselors had misread the curriculum rules for at least five years and quite a few students lacked required coursework to graduate. Naturally, all the corrective actions fell upon the students, not the school. Add to this that the school administration denied my multiple requests for advanced classes and vocational offerings that existed in the district. Their excuse was that I was interested in too many career possibilities to truly know what I wanted and that I lacked the bonus points I'd of had were I in a designated disadvantaged demographic. Those three interests were Electronic Communications, Architecture and Forestry. A half century later and those interests certainly evolved and expanded greatly but remain the basis for my entire career both professionally and in volunteer pursuits. I put myself through college twice and believe it fair to say I did just fine. Still, I'd of done better and earlier in my adult years with adequate school district support in my teen years, that's a given. Perhaps my greatest dissatisfaction came from the school administration's attitude on what to do with me. After being caught a number of times skipping classes, sitting out on the bleachers of the football field reading history or gun magazines or a biography, their answer was they needed me to be in Homeroom, Gym and Study Hall when scheduled. If I'd promise to do that I could graduate with the grade I'd earned to that point, which as a GPA would have been about 3.8 to 3.9 as I recall. Why those classes? Simple, that's where heads were counted and funding was allotted to the school for those counts. This they openly admitted. Yes. the money for my ass being in a seat at attendance taking was of more importance than my learning, and they admitted this in plain terms. The school I am talking about was General Douglass MacArthur High School in Levittown, Long Island, New York. Not to be entirely negative there was one, and only one, teacher there that made a positive impression on me. He was an architect name of Mr. Coletti. Successful in his profession, he wanted to teach young people who wanted to learn. A class in "Mechanical Drawing" was created and I was allowed to attend for a while in place of a Study Hall. The cool thing about him was he plainly said that his students could pursue and design any drawing project they wanted, and he'd help them do it. Some worked on engines, others on whatever mechanical thing had their imagination. For me, it was architecture, imagining a set of requirements and the location to build upon, and designing accordingly. The school eventually removed me from that class to fill a make-up foreign language requirement they'd forgotten to apply in prior years. This was typical, and half the final straw in braking my commitment to stay in that school. The other half of that straw was a Spanish language teacher who's class I and others were ordered to attend. I got her fired from that job her first day. Again, a longer tale than belongs here. Anyway, I could go on for much longer than even I care to recall details. Let's leave it at this. I admire teachers who have a desire and a sense of duty to help their students develop their minds and interests. Of school and district administrators, my admiration and tolerance remain quite low. Had it been myself, I'd of saved that silver dollar.
I like this because he's an old fashioned teacher I had a few of them in junior high before I dropped out in 9th grade, to be honest you got to have your not ball busting teachers but they usually expect the best from you? As they give you the best or try to give you the best from them on whatever subject or academic is being taught good man.
I belonged to a Blacksmith Guild I learned this n that from other members. I became good friends with on Smith. I went to a seminar where there was a master blacksmith was showing different techniques. My friend said bring a roll of quarters you will need them! Well guess what,,,,,,I raised my hand asked a question he held his hand out,,,,,,my friend said give him a quarter which I did. Later the instructor told me why I had to give him the quarters to my questions. “If you pay for your information you won’t forget it”!!!!!
I never did the extra-curricular activities. I hated them so much. So much so that I nearly failed to get my diploma cause I was failing gym class cause I skipped it so often. My teacher was good enough to recognize I was smart and told me to run the city walls around old town. So I did. He didn't keep track of me but awarded me with a pass.
looking back through my school years i had a hard time, but knowing what i know now about dyslexia and a.d.d. i wasn't as dumb as some of the teachers told me i was. but there were a few teachers that i honestly liked who looked out for me and didn't stand for someone calling me names. They were the ones who made a difference in my learning and self esteem. God Bless teachers they have a very hard job these days. Peace
Good morning. Nice to hear about your teaching career. They have banned cell phones from class rooms where I live as they distract the students and I think its a great idea but some parents and kids are not that happy about it. I couldnt imagine being a teacher and a kid is constantly getting text messages, or worse yet, a phone call! Not sure if that waa a thing when you taught, but I cant believe people are angry about this. Students are there to learn, not to be texting their parents or friends. Thanks for the talk!
I touhgt 21 years in the state prison system. I guess you might say ,I had a captive audience. I taught mechanics and my students were really interested in learning the trade. Some of them where there just too get out of working elsewhere but had afew that rwally did good and when they got released from priso, made a good living as mechanics.
Great story! I had a few teachers that stood out a school and still remember them! Would've loved to be in one of your classes but unfortunately we are about the same age! 😊
You must have been a fantastic influence on all of your students. What a crime today, young teachers like you were when you started are leaving the profession long before retirement age because of the “Crazy” world you mentioned. You clearly had a heart for the kids. Thank you
In High School I only disliked one teacher, my English teacher as he was also the Football coach. He was tough on the practice field but it paid off in a Division Championship 3 years running. Life was GOOOOD!
Thank you for such a great video. It's very interesting to hear your perspective as I am someone who has never taught before. My girlfriend is a middle-school history teacher, and I always find it interesting to hear the perspectives of others in the field, as it gives me more to talk about with her! I will definitely share your interesting silver dollar technique with her hahaha
I'm glad I went through school before smartphones became commonplace. When the iPhone launched in 2007, I was a few months away from starting my senior year of high school.
I really like this channel, I have a question did you target shoot competitions or just practice on your own. I'd be interested in how you shoot pistols so accurately. I heard Sig has a class that really helps make you a better shot from a hunting channel I follow.
My grandparents gave me a silver dollar on my birthday when I was young (in my late 70s now) and I wish I’d saved them now. Unfortunately they burned a hole in my pocket because a dollar was a lot of money back then.
I had a college professor who would give quizzes over the reading every class. I read every time, even took my time doing it to make sure I took it all in, but I did terrible on nearly all of them. The problem became memorizing names, which I’m horrible at. I still got an A+, which proved how ridiculous the quizzes were. I was at the top of the class, but quizzes on the inconsequential infuriated me.
Yeah, I tried not to use it as a way to trick students or nitpic. I'd have maybe one question that might stretch them, but it was mostly just to ensure they had read it. Lots of perfect scores. More involved questions would come on the serious quizzes or tests after we'd discussed the material.
@@Hickok45TalksThat might be a clue, as I was certainly not the only one struggling with them. Having watched and listened to you for well over a decade, close to the yellow paint days and when the “radio shows” required a little imagination to visualize, I have zero doubt that you were an amazing teacher. Wait, I don’t have to theorize at all-you’ve taught us all so much over the years (myself included), and not just about firearms either. You probably don’t hear this often enough, but thank you for all you and John do. I know you’ve personally given so much of yourself, your time, your energy, and effort over the years to complete strangers, and it’s just wonderful to see that selfless investment spread out into the world in such a big way. Whatever financial reward has returned as a result, I’m sure it pales in comparison to the all the good you’ve done, both here and in your past careers. It makes me proud to hear you call yourself a Tennessean, even if you say it begrudgingly. ;-) (I’m just a hair SW from Ashland City.)
middle schoolers are the devil....too big to be little too little to be big ..,,,i taught middle school for 2 years...i felt like a bully every day..."no, stop, sit down, be still, because i said so!" i loved teaching high school though
See, "you was more smarter than me"; I was not really a top scholar, other than in various classes here and there. I enjoyed the subject matter immensely, though. Thoreau, Whitman, Emerson, Shakespeare, Dickinson, etc. helped to shape my meager brain! :-)
My only teaching experience was to teach prison inmates a skilled trade prior to them being released from prison. Way worse than teaching any child. After 12 years working for the prison system I could not take it any longer. I learned my lesson with that experience.
I had a teacher who was mean by nature, pulling chairs from under toddlers. I had a teacher who was mean in order to get his students to pay attention. He would take the long metal rod used to twist the control-point to lower and raise the sunshades. His desk was metal too, so when he smacked it with that rod - everyone paid attention.
My situation was similar ,1969 Highschool Grad went to College and then received a high lottery number ,so I didn't have to go.And I wasn't really going to enlist .So no Vietnam for me , I'm Ok with it but if I had to go I would have , Almost all of my High School friends Enlisted in different branches of the service.
Imagine a little 5’0. 7th grader in the presence of 6’8 MR HICKOK at the front door to his class. I would’ve made sure I became a scholar that year 😆 “Whom the bell tolls by Metallica plays when you approach Mr Hickoks class” 🤣
Cool story. I was a high school science teacher for the past 23 years and am getting acclimated to my retirement as I’m currently facing my first fall semester starting without me. Bittersweet to coin the phrase.
Yes, if one actually enjoys teaching and the kids, it's quite an adjustment to leave that environment. You just don't realize how "rich" in human interaction an environment it is until it's gone. I really missed the kids badly for two or three years. I would go back to soccer, basketball, & volleyball games quite often and get to see them and talk to them a bit as they grew up and finally graduated. Once my last class graduated, I just quit going back.
damm this seems pretty reasonable the pop quiz thing is a pain but not the worse. I can think of 8 worse for example giving hella hard tests with no curves, or making all those quizes summatives with high weight.
Yeah, individually, each quiz did not count that much, but 10, 15, or 20 of them were equal to a major test. Room to mess up one day, but no room to avoid being prepared for class generally. Made THEM better students and made class discussion so, so much more rewarding for everybody.
Teachers, whether in private or public school have a great influence on their students. Now days, it seems that the quality of the teacher, is not so great. I blame it all on low pay. Teaching is a calling, and they should be rewarded for the students they teach. This can get difficult now with tenure entering in, but crappy teachers need to find another way to make a living.
I’m still back to Alec Baldwin and you trying to teach people about that. My thoughts are exactly same as yours on that issue. Those comments blew my mind. Comments scare crap out of me that people really think movies are real.
I was horrible to my teachers. I was a class clown and they were the butt of my jokes. My sixth grade teacher Mr. bostrom got it the worst. But he got me back in Epic Style. He was a Ventriloquist and would perform in front of the whole school. He would dedicate a huge percentage of his performance to brutally cutting me down in front of the whole school. All i could do is slink in my chair as the whole school laughed at me.
I picked on students here and there constantly, but it was always in good fun. If I made fun of a student in a joking manner, it was always somebody who could take it and enjoy it. Generally, I let them make fun of me, too. I was never actually mean to any of them, and I did not allow them to be mean to each other, at least around me or in my classroom.
@@Hickok45Talkshindsight is 20/20 but i wish i had the emotional maturity back then to appreciate teachers like Mr Bostrom and accept the the human flaws they had.
I gotta be honest, homework is BS, yeah I get it’s supposed to teach responsibility, but school work should be for school only. Homework is not of real life. If your boss at the office assigned you paperwork to do off the clock, that would obviously be unacceptable. If you are building your own business or something then yeah, you will always have work to do all the time, but let’s be honest, school is training you to be an employee, and employees are not expected to do work off the clock for free, and students shouldn’t be expected to do work “off the clock”. Kids deserve to have lives outside of school work and not be overwhelmed.
While I may not have been fully conscious of why, when I was a kid I pretty much just didn’t do homework, even when I was young I just could inherently tell it was BS. And because of that I’d end up just skating by. Teachers still liked me though, because I was good kid, I wasn’t disruptive I’d pay attention in class, I’d learn what I could and do okay, but you weren’t going to get me to spend time outside of school teaching myself by reading a text book, that’s BS
George Raft, see..... Yeah, that's the ticket, see..... As to being a mean teacher, Kate Wilson and a host of others say otherwise...... They even echo the eye rolls of the sublime, semi-sarcastic aura resound the humor implied, as well as, the touch of irony...... Right George, keep with the coin flipping...
@@Hickok45Talks, with decorum in mind, I will relate that she is a ball of life and success, but will share this contact so that she may relate in a more private manner. No doubt, she will be giddy to share and catch-up....
Sorry I missed your videos for some reason they switched around the videos on the suggestion and I been kinda busy but I will go back and watch them. PS that doesn't make you mean
homework is a terrible idea ... school day is long ... a student should never have to take a book home ... or log on after school ... if students were busy just 4 hours a day ... actually learning ... they would be far ahead of a normal school who assigned homework ...
To me, school is the most boring place I have ever been with. Since my kinder days and college, never in my life that I can say, I like this teacher. I fell asleep in my class all the time. Listening to all my teachers seems so boring to me. Attending school events is so boring to me. I don't write anything in my school days unless it's a test. I graduated college, probably because I can remember every word that my teachers said without me enjoying my school years. And I can pass the test without being happy about passing the test. Although I read all my books, I enjoyed reading them. I usually pick fights with tough guys so that the school can suspend me for a couple of days. I usually do that when I get very bored. Most of these tough guys are my friends and know me. I just punched them, to avoid school for a couple of days. I am so proud and happy that none of my kids inherited my character. I am so happy watching them get As and enjoy their school life.
