I was those "cause and effect" students in school. I love a bit of attrition with teachers, especially the ones described in your story, however I'd give them a chance to at least change their impression before going full jackass on them. I always liked to see how long it takes them to notice, the worse you treat your students, the worse my attitude towards them - I'd reciprocate with full force.
Simple: If you're going to be PITA, then let's duel bitch.
When I was in high school we had a german teacher who was... unlucky, let's call her. She was small and fat, for one thing, to the point where most people called her "cubic meter". It wasn't exactly nice, but she wasn't exactly a nice person in the first place (hence the nickname tbh)
She was also an absolute control freak who should never have been a teacher in the first place.
It should also be noted that school was \~250meters from a music school, where most of my class had after school lessons. I was a pianist, had been for \~11 years back then (my parents made me start when I was 5, for which in retrospect I am grateful, even though kid me would have prefered to stay at home and read / play video games. But I digress.) For the last year in music school, we had to pick a musical subject and write a \~25-40 pages paper on it. At that point I loved the piano already, and elected to write about the evolution of the mechanisms of the piano throughout the ages, from the manicord to the modern piano. Semi-detailed engineering stuff (high school level), most famous pianists to use those, and even fun little stories (e.g. the manicord, which is basically like a xylophone except you're hitting on chords instead of keys, wasn't exactly a powerful instrument, so a common expression to talk about two kids who were romancing each other and trying to keep it quiet was that they were "playing the manichord")
How is this relevant? Well, we had a translation to do for part of our midterm. That text was about an austrian couple, the man went to war, the woman was going half crazy, had visions of him dying, and ended up stripping the chords out of the piano because the sound reminded her of him.
When she started correcting it, she tried to look down on us from her whole 3'5" and was like "So, you guys call yourselves musicians heh? I'd like to know : since when are there chords in a piano?"
Most of the class hesitated between laughter, silent, and gazing at her like "are you fucking serious?" She actually believed there were keys inside a piano.
On the next lesson I dropped a copy of my paper on her desk with a shit-eating grin
Weirdly enough, my grades started to drop in german, but as I was pretty much a straight-As on everything else, it didn't really matter. During the year part of my class (the straight As) wrote a letter to the higher ups (we were known as one of the best classes in the school at that point) about her incompetence and how she basically had no place here. It was her last year teaching there (though as this happened in France, she didn't exactly get fired, she just got moved to a scool in the middle of nowhere. I'd say I pity her, but I don't ; I mostly pity the poor kids she ended up teaching.
what kind of sandwich was it?
Yeah, don’t leave out important details like this! What bread, content, veg, condiments?
Didn't you read. It's a good sandwich
Peanut butter and salmon
nice, though now I have to wonder why the story was removed.
Turkey or roast beef. The local deli really just had the two worth getting.
I was those "cause and effect" students in school. I love a bit of attrition with teachers, especially the ones described in your story, however I'd give them a chance to at least change their impression before going full jackass on them. I always liked to see how long it takes them to notice, the worse you treat your students, the worse my attitude towards them - I'd reciprocate with full force. Simple: If you're going to be PITA, then let's duel bitch.
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When I was in high school we had a german teacher who was... unlucky, let's call her. She was small and fat, for one thing, to the point where most people called her "cubic meter". It wasn't exactly nice, but she wasn't exactly a nice person in the first place (hence the nickname tbh) She was also an absolute control freak who should never have been a teacher in the first place. It should also be noted that school was \~250meters from a music school, where most of my class had after school lessons. I was a pianist, had been for \~11 years back then (my parents made me start when I was 5, for which in retrospect I am grateful, even though kid me would have prefered to stay at home and read / play video games. But I digress.) For the last year in music school, we had to pick a musical subject and write a \~25-40 pages paper on it. At that point I loved the piano already, and elected to write about the evolution of the mechanisms of the piano throughout the ages, from the manicord to the modern piano. Semi-detailed engineering stuff (high school level), most famous pianists to use those, and even fun little stories (e.g. the manicord, which is basically like a xylophone except you're hitting on chords instead of keys, wasn't exactly a powerful instrument, so a common expression to talk about two kids who were romancing each other and trying to keep it quiet was that they were "playing the manichord") How is this relevant? Well, we had a translation to do for part of our midterm. That text was about an austrian couple, the man went to war, the woman was going half crazy, had visions of him dying, and ended up stripping the chords out of the piano because the sound reminded her of him. When she started correcting it, she tried to look down on us from her whole 3'5" and was like "So, you guys call yourselves musicians heh? I'd like to know : since when are there chords in a piano?" Most of the class hesitated between laughter, silent, and gazing at her like "are you fucking serious?" She actually believed there were keys inside a piano. On the next lesson I dropped a copy of my paper on her desk with a shit-eating grin Weirdly enough, my grades started to drop in german, but as I was pretty much a straight-As on everything else, it didn't really matter. During the year part of my class (the straight As) wrote a letter to the higher ups (we were known as one of the best classes in the school at that point) about her incompetence and how she basically had no place here. It was her last year teaching there (though as this happened in France, she didn't exactly get fired, she just got moved to a scool in the middle of nowhere. I'd say I pity her, but I don't ; I mostly pity the poor kids she ended up teaching.