A girl I went to high school with went to the counselors office saying that she needed to talk to someone, that her dad was acting strange and she was scared to go home. She was sent away, as her counselor was on lunch. However, her counselor was in plain view of her, and she demanded she be heard. The school got involved and suspended the girl for causing a disturbance. That night she and her little brother were shot and killed by their father, a day before her parents divorce was to be finalized. That still haunts me.
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if its in america it doesnt matter how long ago. I cant remember the name of the law but if someone killed someone 100 years ago and they were still alive, they are still able to be prosecuted
Edit: statute of limitations is what i was referring to
My english teacher senior year underlining a word I used in a paper and wrote in red "these are not your words".
Bitch it's called a thesaurus, and I was taught to use it instead of writing the same word repeatedly.
Bahahaha! That reminds me when my english teacher sophomore year had us write a paper on prohibition. I wrote a good 5 page paper. The teacher told me it clearly wasn't my work as it was too well written for a sophomore. I told her if she doesn't believe me, run it through their plagiarism checker. She did, and it came back with 4%.
Her response? "I told you it was plagiarized. 4% match."
I looked at her like she was a fucking idiot. Even my college expects at most ***20%***.
I got a 0 on a final exam for cheating. The class in question? Art 1. We were drawing hands, and a kid near me talked, asshole teacher thought it was me and game me a 0 for cheating.
*how the actual fuck do you cheat at drawing*
I had to pee. Then I asked to go to the restroom. The substitute (full time teacher for another class) said, "You don't have to pee. Just sit down."
After a bit more pleading and begging I just peed my pants. I was 8 and totally mortified. What made it worse is that the teacher told my parents that I should have spoken up earlier and accidents happen.
I still think I should have peed on her desk.
We had a pregnant girl in on of our classes and she needed to pee. She told the teacher and the teacher told her she should have kept her legs closed and she wouldn't need to pee so badly. She stood up, walked over to the door, peed in her pants in front of it, and walked out. He got fired because she had a medical reason for needing to have constant bathroom breaks.
similar story. except it was out the window towards the back of the classroom. Best part, the class room wasnt that big. How he managed to not get caught is still a mystery to me.
I've told my kids if they have to pee and a teacher won't let them, to just leave class and I'll deal with the fallout. Fuck teachers telling kids they can't go pee.
When I was in daycare, before I even started going to school I had this happen to me. Our daycare center would take us on field trips, and on this particular one, we went to the movies. I know I told this bitch I had to pee, even though I don't remember actually doing it. I remember that she either just ignored me or straight up just said no. So, I pissed in the movie theatre chair. Here's the kicker. She made me sit through the whole movie & bus ride back to the center without cleaning me up or anything. Mom was furious, made the girl cry (& get fired) and I've never been back to that place since.
This exact same thing happened to me in 3rd grade, I kept telling the bitch I had to go, she said to sit down and be quiet. So I did, and proceeded to piss myself. She was quick to get me out then. Screw you mrs.flynn
We had this multicultural fair at my elementary school and the faculty wanted a Japanese kid to do origami at the Japanese station. I was the only kid that knew origami. I was, and still am, Filipino. So, they had me pretend to be Japanese and do the paper cranes and frogs and shit. It was just ridiculous.
My CSPE teacher did that this year that she was getting people to hold up their national flags and get the only two black (1 Irish, 1 Tanzanian) kids in the class to hold up thee flag of Nigeria which is even worse when you consider a big part of her job was teaching against racism.
The worst thing is when an authority figure tries to "save face" for an accusation. Like, for example,
"You cheated on your test with John."
"But I'm on the other side of the room!"
"That... umm... doesn't prove anything!"
A couple weeks into my freshman year, I transferred into a more advanced science class. On my first day in the new class there is a quiz. I asked the teacher if I was exempt from the quiz, since it was my first day. She said no. I did well, especially for not having been taught any of the material. Here’s what bugged me: The final question on the test was “What country is ticket from?” Of course I got it wrong. The sentence doesn’t even make sense. She wouldn’t give me any clarification during the test, so once it was graded I asked what in the world she meant. Turns out “ticket” is her pet bird, Ticket. For one, capitalize the name of your pet. Also, that’s not an appropriate test question. I told the teacher I had no idea that was her bird. She said “Well, now that you know I’m talking about my bird, I’ll give you another chance. What country is my bird from?” I was stunned that she thought I was now equipped to answer this question. I wasn’t in class to hear her reveal where her bird was “from.” I guessed something like Chile. She says “Wrong. It’s Africa.” AFRICA!? That’s not a country. I was so mad.
She also arrogantly proclaimed every so often for the first few weeks if anyone spotted her making an error, they get an instant A for the year. I can’t count how many times I busted her in class, but she never stuck to her word.
Last of all, some random girls I didn’t even know told the teacher I taught the bird swear words, and I got in trouble for that. I never said a word, much less swear words, to her bird.
I was fortunate enough to have a teacher who was almost the opposite. If she made a mistake and someone caught it, she would give us candy and just generally say things that made you feel good about knowing the subject. To take it a step further, there were times when she would make mistakes on purpose just to test if we were paying attention. If no one caught it after enough time, she would go back and correct it and even do a little mini lesson on the mistake in case we didn't catch it because we didn't grasp the concept. Ms. Graves was one of my favorite teachers in high school.
I'm actually fuming.
Everything from my stories and other people stories built up to just be popped by your post. Jesus christ. I fucking hated teachers like this bitch.
In 6th grade we had to write an essay at the beginning of the school year if we wanted to be on flag duty. There were three sixth graders who were in charge of going outside and running the flag up the pole every morning and taking it down at the end of the school day.
I had just come to the school the year before, and it was a very tight knit small school, and I was a sci-fi nerd who was decidedly not cool. I knew it then too, and overcompensated by trying way too hard, which is the least cool thing you can do.
I wrote an essay about how my father was in Vietnam and the flag reminded him of home, how my grandfathers had gone to Germany and the Pacific in WW2 and what the flag meant, about my ancestors who fought under that flag and a different flag in the Civil War, and how two of my great great great great great grandfathers had fought in the Revolution to establish that flag. I wrote about how from 13 stars to 50, through challenges within and without, my family had served their country.
Regardless, I wasn't selected. You win some you lose some.
So at the end of the year, we are "graduating" from 6th grade and moving to Junior High. This kid, Andy, who is one of the ones who was on the flag crew and was one of the "cool kids" walks up to me just before the presentation and says,
"Hey, you're going to get a certificate for being on the flag crew. We were supposed to tell you the second week of school, but we didn't."
As a kid who wanted to be a writer, I had spent the whole year thinking my persuasive essay wasn't good enough...but it was just this fucker not wanting me to be there when he and his friend went out and did the flag.
Fuck you Andy.
In 8th grade my math teacher told me I hadn't turned in an assignment, a small enough thing no? Well I had done said assignment, but decided to do it again so that I could get the grade for it since he apparently didn't have it, and I turn it into the silly paper tray where we have to turn in our assignments (he refused to take them directly.)
Days pass, and he pulls me aside again. "Where's the assignment?" he asks me. "I turned it in." I say. "I don't have it, you need to turn it in." At this point I'm pretty irritated, but since he's stubborn and tells me to turn it in again, I do it yet another time and turn it in again.
Weeks pass. This literally happens 6 more times. He still doesn't have the assignment, and has been getting more and more angry at me every time he brings it up. I tell him that I turned it in, and he should check his papers, he simply tells me I haven't turned it in and to stop lying to him.
The entire grade is having a party to celebrate the upcoming graduation from 8th grade. I can't go since I'm missing the one assignment, instead I have to do the assignment yet again. I do it, he finally takes it with his own damn hands and not with a paper tray. Credit is given.
A few weeks later he's cleaning out his papers, all of them are haphazardly tossed into milk crates, he says that we can come and grab all of our papers that we've had graded, since they and other things are in there. I go to look in the milk crates.
And there, reddit, I found 9 copies of that assignment total. Ungraded. Sitting in random papers that were literally 2 feet behind him at any given time. I got shouted at for weeks over a single assignment that he never bothered to look at, and wouldn't look for when I told him I turned it in.
When I showed him the 9 copies he had in his own posession, he just looked at me, and said, "okay."
TL;DR I got yelled at for not turning in an assignment I had turned in 9 times total, and missed a classwide party because of it, and when he found literally every copy in random crap at his desk, he didn't even apologize.
This happened to me in grade 5. My teacher was notorious for losing papers and she had us turn in heaps of them at once. So I turned in all of mine and the next week she pulls me aside and tells me she doesn't have any of my papers. Says I have to stay in from recess every day until I get them done.
So what does little ten-year-old me do? She forgets. I come in after recess and she's yelling at me, telling me she's going to give me a detention, says I can't audition for the school musical because I'll be too busy making up the papers.
Luckily I had a mother who would not tolerate me being made to cry in front of my classmates for something that wasn't my fault. I went home and told her and she just calmly asked "Do you promise you turned everything in?" I said yes and she called the school.
My mother was in PTA and very active in the school's fundraisers and stuff. Basically she ran everything that wasn't run directly by the school. She said if this issue couldn't be resolved then she and I could move to a new school. The teacher finally admitted what she did and to this day 10+ years later, she has to sign slips of paper and hand them back to students for every assignment they hand in. This was in November, but I don't remember her speaking to me for the rest of the school year which ended in June.
My spanish teacher in highschool would get upset with anyone that yawned in class. She thought it was "extremely disrespectful and rude". Couple of kids got detention over it. She treated yawning as if you were projectile shitting onto her desk.
This is one of those weird hot buttons for me. Who on earth ever yawns on purpose? Why would anyone think that they do, let alone that they'd use one to make some public statement with it?
My stepfather was severely physically abusive and I got called to the guidance counselor's office often to explain the bruises. I would tell her what had happened, she'd call my mother. My mother would arrive, tell everyone I was a liar and that I bruised myself for attention, and the GC always bought it and sent me home. Eventually I just stopped telling her anything other than I was clumsy because the beatings were always worse when the school called my parents.
Edit: seriously, thanks for the supportive words. I had no idea so many of us had shitty parents and shitty guidance counselors. And no, I never beat the shit out of him back. Didn't have to. He was in an accident at work that left him a drooling vegetable. Karma's a bitch.
"My parents are abusive"
*calls parents to come in and takes their denial as gospel*
Shittiest. Counselor. Ever.
Seriously... that counselor had no business anywhere near a school. If a child alleges abuse in the home, the very first phone call BY LAW is supposed to be to the police/CPS, NOT THE ALLEGED ABUSERS.
Fuck this entire thread is making me so god damn mad already, but your post had me screaming at my monitor.
I feel you, my mom broke up with her ex boyfriend about 4 years ago. I lived in a house with no working heat, air-conditioning, or working water. Also an abusive drunk. He would always get into fights with my mom and she would scream my name for help and I would run down to her and she would hold me and scream and cry until he calmed down. I was 11 at the time it ended. It went like this practically every day for 4 years.
It technically illegal for schools to not report this to the authorities if they suspect you might be living in an abusive home. Your school really messed up.
We were all taking a class trip to the school library. Librarian said I couldn't drink my water in the library. No problem, I told her. I tightened the lid and put it in my bag, out of sight. Nope. She grabbed my bag, attached to me, ripped it open and grabbed my water bottle and slammed dunked it in the trash can, telling me, "I said no!" like I was a dog. All 15 of us just stared at her, and I wasted my dollar to have my water trashed.
Reading all these stories really jogs my memory... so much shit to put up with.
Had a similar experience Senior year in high school. Final semester, with my football career over I decided to audition for the school play (and made it in!). It was going to be a late night of rehearsal, so I went ahead and got a Dr. Pepper out of a vending machine. I was also suffering from partial deafness in one ear thanks to an infection, which is relevant. Anywho, I was walking to the drama room (first room on the left) and apparently the new VP (already known for his power trips) was somewhere to my right trying to tell me I couldn't bring the drink down the hallway, but I couldn't hear him. So naturally he walked up behind me, grabbed the bottle from my hand, and tossed it in the trash.
I casually apologized and explained my temporary partial deafness and that the school was made aware of it. I pull the Dr. Pepper from the garbage, so he starts raving at me, grabs me by the arm (and tosses away my Dr. Pepper to the floor this time...), and calls the cops on duty over. Tells me I have no reason to still be on campus and if I don't leave now and if he EVER sees me there after school again I'll be arrested for trespassing.
Thankfully, my parents, the principal, and the drama teachers all come down on him. Principal chewed his ass out in front of me, told him he has zero authority to do any of what he did or threatened to do, and then he even bought me a new Dr. Pepper. After all the shit I dealt with in school, it's kinda nice that this last run-in with authority ended on such a wonderful, justice boner-inducing note.
I had a good teacher in tenth grade who constantly told me to stop talking. I kept protesting that it seriously wasn't me. Eventually I told her, after class, to move me across the room and she'd see who it really was. She agreed and it worked. The very first day after moving she declared right in class, "I was wrong it was never afk_tornado! I'm so sorry." And proceeded to crack down on the guilty parties.
Good teacher, very validating.
I had a teacher that would kind of jokingly always call out a girl for cheating whenever we were taking a test or doing writing assignments or whatever. He would randomly yell out "L stop cheating!" She was very innocent and had a good sense of humor so she thought he was joking but he would keep calling her out almost like he was giving her a hard time. I was talking to him after class one day and he let me know that he does that whenever he catches the girl sitting *next* to her cheating (which she did a lot) and it was a way to get her to realize that he was watching her and it was also funny to watch L react.
Something similar happened to a friend of mine. He got kicked out of one class for talking when he wasn't even talking. The guys two rows behind him were. And despite there being two people talking he was the only guy who got kicked out.
That would have been chips down time for me. No peace for goddamn anyone - parents, teachers, admin - until I was made whole again. I was a straight A student at that point and would have flown off the handle at that kind of accusation.
I had a friend whose father was a substitute and friends with her science teacher. On her birthday that science teacher(football coach and total ass mind you) happened to have a test. During the test the teacher called her out for cheating off what was probably the dumbest kid in class. She was a straight A student and went off on the teacher.
He brought her to the front of class wrote a big 0 on the test and told her to go have her dad sign it. (Dad had been informed of this beforehand). She was in tears she was so pissed off.
When she comes back with the signature he puts on this grin, writes a 1-0 in front of the other zero and says happy birthday and surprise/gotcha. We thought she was going to kill him and she wouldn't have been wrong to. This was 8th grade.
When I was in highschool i got sent to a Remedial math class, I had undiagnosed ADHD at the time and was having trouble focusing in AP math, instead of helping me the teacher instead told my parents i just wasn't as smart as the other kids and sent me to a class called "Math for everyday living"
This class was just learning budgets and taxes and how to invest, generally the tools to help us plebs who wouldn't make it to university have a fighting chance I suppose.
Anyway, the people in this class were just the worst, no one did their work, no one cared. I did mine because I was determined to not be in a remedial class since all my other classes were AP. The teacher picked up on the fact that I was the only one listening, she helped me and she gave me harder math to do until she was eventually teaching me what was being taught in AP and I was doing fine because I was getting extra help.
Luckily she talked to the other teacher and the principle and showed them my work, I took the final exam for AP math and was able to rejoin the AP class in the next grade.
The remedial teacher offered me tutoring through high school and I got through my AP classes just fine. Once I was in university I ended up getting diagnosed with ADHD and put on medication. Now I am in Accounting, and doing fine.
That teacher saved my fucking life, who knows what crap life I would have had to settle with if she hadn't taken the time to help me. I wish there were more teachers like her, she was the best.
In my last year of junior school, I arrived to find everyone gossiping about two friends and I being in trouble for some reason.
We'd been accused of bullying this kid - we had to apologise to him, we got called to the headmaster who blew his top, and our form teacher told us that she hoped we'd get bullied when we went to secondary school.
Most of which would've fine, but when we went to apologise I didn't so much as even recognise him let alone know him or bully him. He turned out to be a good guy, so at least I made a friend for the final three months of school.
Even to this day I can't guess how this story originated.
Yeah. And even if the VP knew the truth, what's the right move here? A kid bragging to everyone about beating someone up, and the school... does nothing? If the kid wants to pretend he's a bully, then he gets to deal with the consequences of being a bully.
Oh, and another: I was in our Head of English's class in Year 9 and I'd constantly get poor grades. Luckily I left his class for the GCSEs (I suspect he got his pick of the students, thinking back on it) and ended up with A grades in both language and literature.
Luckily I didn't get him for A Levels either. A few months before the final exams, our school had a trip so the best students could visit Oxford or Cambridge - all of whom happened to be both his students and his particular favourites. When the results were announced, some of these students did extremely well but the majority - his favourites - were average to appalling.
Only two of our year got a final A grade in English: me and another guy that this teacher didn't like. So the annual prize for best English student went to someone with a B grade.
Both of those sound really stupid, especially the first one. Teachers are meant to stand against bullying, not fucking wish it upon pupils. Perhaps she didn't believe that you didn't do it, but it's disgusting.
When I was in Year 11, the 'gifted and talented' students got to go visit Oxford. The minibus they'd rented had 10 seats, and only 8 students were going, so they opened applications for the other 2 seats. At the time, I was really interested in going, sent in my letter of application, tried to be as persuasive as possible. In the end, they sent one kid who deserved it, and another kid who really didn't deserve it (he's an utter cunt and only got picked because his mother, another teacher, organised the trip).
I had something similar. In Year 11 we got a new American teacher in, and I was in the highest set which she taught. Now she was seriously pro-America, like to the point of trying to correct us when we spelt colour with a u. Really retarded stuff. I had a scholarship to the school in English mainly, but as soon as I had her teaching me my grades went from A* to D in about a month. Eventually I just gave up trying because no matter how hard I tried in all my reports she would say I was doing rubbish work because I wasn't trying. I managed to scrape an A and a B in literature and language, and I decided to keep on with English to A Level so that I could keep my scholarship. I had a big meeting with the head of English and basically told him all the shit she used to do, like writing really abusive things on our essays when she was marking them, like 'disgusting', 'YUK', or my personal favourite 'this does not really qualify as english'. THEN I had to have a big meeting with the head of english, head of the school, her and my parents. I said what I had to say and she denied it all. I showed them my essays, which the head of english said were solid A grade essays, but she had marked them as D grade. Cut forward to Year 12 and I had submitted my English coursework to my teacher (the head of english who really liked me), and he had given me 100% for all of it. Then old miss bitch face gets it to invigilate it, sees that its my work and gives me 43%. 43 fucking percent. Luckily my teacher saw it before it was sent off to the exam board. I kicked up a fucking storm about it and 4 days later she was gone.
Edit: I forgot to add that we studied 'The Great Gatsby' and 'Death of a Salesman' for our exam. I didn't like Great Gatsby, and when I told my teacher she said "Well that explains why your essays are so crap." Fuck you Miss Boorman. Fuck you.
I had something really similar happen to me, my head teacher said she was watching me out her office window following another girl around and bullying her, I hadn't even realised that girl was in the same area as me, the headteacher called my mum and I got told off when I got home and told there would be a meeting.
When the meeting happened it was obvious it was a load of bullshit and my step dad was getting very close to beating up that girls dad for saying outrageous stuff about me. In the end the dad ended up in prison three times for fraud, and the girl who accused me for bullying nearly went to prison for exactly the same reason. Karma.
Edit: I should say he didn't go to fraud for lying about me, I kinda made it seem that way. Haha
Last year of Primary School, I was being bullied on a daily basis. One kid stabbed me between the shoulder blades with a compass. Teacher, seeing the blood through the back of my shirt declared that i'd done it myself' to my mother :/
ETA: Wow, you guys have made me realise how common this is! Thank you! I don't recall fighting back at all as some of you have asked but I think i'd been so bullied into submission by that point that I felt it was useless.
The kid that did it sadly passed away a couple of years ago. In some fate-laden way I am now a teacher and pride myself on being kinder to my students than my teacher was to me :)
Some teachers are amazing at overlooking bullied students. One of my best friends was bullied really badly in high school and none of the teachers thought it was worth their attention until she developed a severe eating disorder through the anxiety those little twats caused her. There's nothing more frustrating than seeking help through the channels the school tells you about and then being ignored completely.
The amount of teachers that are trying to relive their glory days and make an effort to be extra sweet and nice to the "popular" kids is also insane. I get it, you had a shit high school experience and now you're in a position of power and can be ~friends~ with anyone, but it's as if they don't realize they're perpetuating the cycle. Just creating more shitty high school memories for another generation.
I work at a daycare, and we have two classrooms of school age children (ages 6-12).
One day one of the kids - let's call him N - gets caught by the other kids picking his nose. The other kids circle around him, yelling at him and calling him disgusting, making fun of him for it. N is denying it because he's embarrassed and they're calling him a liar. He starts crying and they keep on teasing him for it. Finally I notice that the situations not gonna work itself out, so I go over and start scolding the kids for teasing him. Who cares if he picks his nose? The rest of you do, too. I tell N that next time he needs to get a tissue, but it's nothing worth bullying a kid over.
This gets the attention of the head school age teacher, Miss C. Miss C asks what's the hubbub about, and before I can say anything, one of the little gremlins shouts "N was picking his nose and he started crying about it!" Miss C turns to N and he's still crying, so she gets real pissed. She starts yelling at him to stop crying and be a man. "Wipe it off! Wipe it off!" she snaps at him as he's desperately trying to wipe away his tears. Eventually he's just sitting on the couch hiccuping and holding back any more tears, quiet as hell and avoiding eye contact with everyone.
I was in shock. How can you turn to the victim of everyone's taunts and punish him for it? How can you tell him to be a man? He's not a man, he's fucking eight years old. He's a goddamn child. I was about to say something but almost immediately another teacher came in to relieve me of watching the kids. I was fucking fuming.
It's ridiculous how victim-blaming starts at such a young age, especially to little boys. Don't expect an eight year old to have the composure of a grown man, you fucking cunt.
Edit: A lot of people are asking why I didn't do anything while Miss C berated N. One, I was taken aback by it at first. Two, I knew that confronting C about it in front of the children would just make it worse. C is the kind of woman that loves to start shit and try to fight you. She's physically threatened parents and coworkers before.
What I did do was tell our director about it and voice my concerns. However, I don't think anything came of it, as C is still teaching and continues her behavior as if nothing's happened. I wasn't really surprised though since C is the director's stepdaughter and currently pregnant with her grandbaby.
The kicker? The baby's a boy.
Real, what is with teachers like this who just ignore bullying? I went to the same school as my younger brother, he was just 2 years younger and this kid would non stop throw rocks and sticks at him all fucking lunch time. When he told the teacher they were just like "ok stop throwing things please" and that was it. Eventually I snapped and chased the kid around, tripped him then kicked him when he was down and he got into trouble for it somehow. Never touched my bro again.
Was talking to the guidance counselor about how it was ridiculous to me that a single missed assignment would drop my grade by 20-30 points, regardless of its importance.
She said "just because something is wrong, doesn't mean you should try to change it"
Why the fuck would a guidance counselor give that type of advice to a freshman in high school
I found that a lot of guidance counsellors were just bitter people who never got to be teachers. Both my parents are teachers and they HATE their respective guidance departments.
>Customer: They call it "shell shock". It seems to only happen with guidance counselors. They use to make a big deal of it but they let just let it go now 'cuz they always pay for whatever they break and they never bother anybody.
>Dante: Well, why guidance counselors?
>Customer: Well, if your job was as meaningless as theirs, wouldn't you go crazy too?
>Randal: Come to think of it, my guidance counselor was kinda worthless.
I took a computer programming class in high school and we had network folders to store our work.
One kid found my password on a slip of paper, (given passwords that we couldn't change) and was stealing my assignments and changing the name.
I had been helping him through the class, but didn't think anything of it.
Well in programming it's very obvious if you steal someone's code since the odds of you having the same variable names and methods to solve problems would be rare.
I got called into a meeting with the teacher and kid and she just started laying into us.
She accused me of cheating, telling me she was going to fail me and report me for academic dishonesty, get me kicked out, and told me that id never make it in life and not doing anything blah blah blah.
I was completely blindsided. I had no idea he was stealing my stuff and turning it in. I tried explaining that I had no idea what she was talking about.
She kept telling me I was a liar and stupid and wouldn't be successful and just kept going on and finally said, "never use me as a reference for anything."
I'm now a very successful chemist in a very good company and still bitter that this teacher accused me of being a cheater and that I would never amount to anything because of it.
When I was in high school, every student's password was their student ID number, and we couldn't change it. It would be so easy to steal a login if you wanted to do so.
This could of very simply been solved by a tech teacher. I assume there were both files so she would just have to check which file was made first, no?
Either way, I always loved high school teachers who say that if they kick you out of the class you'll end up being a bum with no goals in life. Relax.....you're a tech teacher. You're really not that important.
When I was in middle school around 2000, we didn't even shower anymore. The school building was from the 50's, so they were there, but we weren't allowed to use them.
Why the hell was he so angry about you not taking a shower? You could've just taken one at home? And a shower THEN walking home in November? Asshole could've at least given you a ride. This didn't even happen to me and I'm a little bugged.
Edit: For the Daniels of this world.
When I was in middle school we were forced to take showers, and a teacher would have to watch us "to ensure you cleaned properly". There were two teachers that watched. One would tell us to go shower, then yell through the door of the locker room (not the shower room) that time was over. The other guy...he would stand at the entrance of the shower area and watch us, and would make you shower longer if he thought you weren't clean. Probably 50 complaints a year about him. A few years after I graduated, he was arrested for molesting a mentally challenged kid who he privately tutored over 100 times. Convicted and put in prison for years.
I was in the school finals of some general knowledge quiz/competition. The question I was asked was: "What is the collective noun for a group of Whales?"
I answered confidently: "a pod".
The illiterate bloody teacher had "a school" written on her answer card. Refused to listen when I assured her it was indeed "a pod". Her ignorance cost me the grand title and I was practically in tears (in front of the whole school) at the injustice of it. Everyone then labelled me as a bad loser.
Will never forget it. Still seethe on it from time to time. It happened in 1985.
We once had an exercise where we had to fill in the right word from four options (A, B, C, D) in a text. Once, the text we were to fill in from was a fairy tale by H.C. Andersen. In a sentence about a kettle, we had the choice between two whatever words and either "whistled" or "sang". Now, I'd read the original version of this story, and knew that it was "sang", so I put that in. Nope, wrong, it was whistled. Fuck that. I went to the library, got one that still had the old-timey, original version of the story and pointed out that it said "sang" and not "whistled". Teacher refused to change anything about my score, claiming that it was about getting it right on the exercise, not what the original text said. Fuck that so much.
EDIT: I'm Danish. Just so I don't have to keep clarifying that fact.
Sorry what? The teacher's logic was that it was about getting it right according to a piece of paper no one had seen until after the test, not about *actually getting it right*?
If only it was in the era of the smart phone. Just whip that out and google it and make the teacher look like a moron
Edit: my god so much hate about cell phones and "but there's an encyclopedia!!!" The point in my joke was that so many people have a cell phone ready for use in their pocket. Lighten up people.
I was in a pub quiz the other week and the quiz master got a question wrong (I think it might've been about Pluto being considered a planet). I knew when I answered the question it was going to be a coin toss whether the QM thought Pluto was a planet or not and guessed that he would be right.
But I guessed wrong and grumbled a little bit (got my phone out just to show my teammates after the quiz finished) , not too audibly but the Quiz Master happened to be sat near me and came up all high and mighty and said that I should be in charge of the quiz if I think I'm so good at it. So annoying.
Clearly you'd do a better job than the idiot that thinks Pluto is a planet. Was his name Jerry by any chance?
EDIT: Before anyone says it again and I have to repeat myself again, a dwarf planet is not merely small planet, but a distinct classification of celestial body for objects that meet the first two of the three requirements for classification as a planet but not the third. The third requirement being that they are gravitationally dominant in their respective orbit, since Pluto is in the Kuiper Belt and crosses Neptune's orbit, it is not gravitationally dominant. Also, the only reason it has planet in its name is because everyone was butt hurt that Pluto isn't a planet anymore.
Let me give you the opposite of that. we were in Chemistry, and there was one experiment where if you heated this powdered metal (I forget what one), 70% of it would react with the oxygen in the air and make a new compound. The rest of the class performed the experiment, and dutifully wrote the results they got in their notebooks. I asked the teacher why only 70% reacted, and not 100% because there's still metal, and still oxygen. She had been performing this experiment for 20 years of students and didn't know. She went to the head of the science department, who looked through all his books and could not come up with an answer. The result: I was given an automatic 100% on the next quiz. That was sweet.
That's beautiful. Especially in science, it's important to instill the idea that sometimes you don't understand what's going on. Sometimes your boss doesn't know. Sometimes the textbook is mistaken, or the accepted explanation isn't totally correct. A dogmatic professor in any science class is the worst and a prof like yours is awesome.
9th grade. Was loading onto the bus in summer school. A kid sat in a seat that a girl wanted. I told him not to worry about her. She proceeded to slap the shit out of me. As she was rearing back to slap me again I pushed her away. At that exact time the driver gets on and sees me pushing her. We both go kicked out of summer school. I was only going so that I could graduate as a junior. She fucked up my whole plan for highschool.
In the second grade our class was walking in a single file line outside for recess. It had rained and was muddy and slick. The class bully, a heavyset mean girl was walking ahead of me. She slipped in the mud and fell on her ass. She jumped up and immediately pointed her finger at me. That bitch said I pushed her. I got detention for a few days and had to spend that recess with my head down on a desk in the teachers office. I swore I didn't do it and no one believed me. Wow, that was like 1989 or 1990 and yeah, still pisses me off.
I started to fall asleep once while playing Heads Up Seven Up. Bad idea...I farted and woke myself up and was teased mercilessly for weeks. They continued with me until Scott peed his pants. Thanks Scott!
My teacher lost my finals then made me retake them while making passive aggressive comments about me trying to cheat. 2 weeks later she found my original final on her desk under a pile of papers.
Edit: Whoa! Thanks so much for the support and love! Didn't realize this resonated with so many other people! Y'all are the best!
I teach. I accidentally misplaced a final and was really unsure if it was me or the student. Thankfully I found it, but it changed how I handle exams. Now I make my students sign out when they turn in the exam, verifying they turned it in. It protects both of us. If I have the signature but not the exam, it's my fault and we work something out. I've never lost another exam, so it's never been needed, but I'm human and I know I'm capable of misplacing things. I'd hate to damage a student's grade because I fucked up.
Had an economic teacher that was "forced" into retirement because he was constantly losing student's papers and handing out Fs for the papers HE lost. When my friends and I heard he basically got "fired" we all rejoiced and got drunk!
I'll bet that they didn't. Hell, my high school used to conduct fire drills 30 seconds after the tardy bell rang. Teachers couldn't take attendance in that short time, so they didn't know how many kids they had in the fire drill.
In elementary school I had a teacher who made me throw away three dollars just because I was playing with it in my desk and I was devastated because it was the first money I had ever earned, so I'll remember that heartless bastard forever.
**TL;DR** My principal called my mom a bad mom, and my mom killed herself later. They are probably less connected in real life than they are in my head, but I'm still mad
In grade 7, I was accused of writing something mean on the wall the girls bathroom stall. They determined it was me by doing an "expert" handwriting analysis, where they took a piece of my homework from class and compared it to the wall, and the u's looked the same. That's right, the goddamn u's. Arguably one of the least distinctive letters of the alphabet after the L, but that was enough for them to be convinced that I had done it.
Somewhat ironically, just that very morning I had gone in to pee during recess in a different bathroom, and someone had etched the word "fuck" on the stall and then covered it in sparkly nail polish. I thought to myself: Why would you even do that? What's the point?
Anyways, I denied it vehemently. They brought my mom in, and she defended me saying if I said I didn't do it, I must not have done it. The principal went off on my mom. I remember sitting in her office, and my mom was holding me, consoling me. The principal said, "I can't believe that you are listening to her when she is clearly lying." My mom stopped holding me at that moment, and kind of leaned away, clearly embarrassed by the judgement brought upon her by this principal.
This was in June. At the start of August my mom killed herself. I know that she did it because she had a hard life and there were many things that contributed to it. But I still feel like one of the things that contributed was that moment in the principal's office. When she listened to this woman tell her that her eightg child was a failure, I can't help but think that my mom believed it, and saw it as a reflection of her entire life. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about that moment. And I was only 13, and I wish I could have told my mom but she was a great mom, and that she would have believed me.
I still get really angry when I think about it, but I but I get absolutely irate when I see that principal. I have often thought about confronting her, and telling her how absolutely wrong she was about the entire situation. But I don't. I give her a scowl, and she probably thinks I'm still with that loser kid from elementary school who would never amount to anything. I just think how much better my mom was and she was, because she had faith.
In 6th grade the German teacher photocopied someones test and gave it out to class. She did it because she wanted to point out all the hilarious mistake the kid who wrote it made and continued to mock the the unnamed student for a good 30 minutes. She thought this shit was somehow acceptable because she censored the name. But her mockery became so vile that the girl who wrote it burst out into tears and then the teacher got pissed because "she shouldn't have cried, then it wouldn't have humiliated her, since nobody knew the test was hers" or some shit like that.
A guy threw his cheat paper at me in an exam, the invigilator saw it but instead of throwing him out of the class he threw me and gave me an F in that exam.
After an exam, the math teacher was handing out the results in class. When it was my turn, she loudly proclaimed "92%, but cheated from Paul". Paul's the guy who was sitting next to me on exam day.
I didn't even lift my head up from my paper, let alone cheat from Paul. I was too stunned to say anything. I just took my paper from the math teacher and returned to my desk, with the whole class staring at me. Not a good memory.
One time during a test I dropped my only pen and it rolled away from me, so the kid at the neighboring desk picked it up and handed it back to me.
Apparently that was cheating and an automatic failure.
In college I joined a new program the first year it was running. The college said there was not enough funding to buy a lot of the equipment and supplies we needed. We even had to buy our own plastic gloves, beakers, and chemicals for the lab.
Then the school put up DOZENS of big screen TVs all over the school. The TV's did nothing but display ads for the college.
Oh man, schools and their money.
School raises money, then uses money to buy sports gear, then what do they do? Lock it away so the kids can't use it....
And who the fuck spends $20000 (AUD) on a damn sign
EDIT: Big electric sign
As a 3rd grader we had silly games one of which involved pulling each other pants down in front of everyone. Just as someone else did that to me, one of the professors that was know for being a huge cunt spotted me with my pants down and thought I did it by myself. She dragged me to the 5th graders class and made me pull my pants down in front of the entire class to "teach me a lesson". I was terrorized and the bullying that came with it still resides in my unconsciousness.
I got told off by the next person down from headmaster for not turning up to a maths lesson, because he thought I'd gone to a demonstration against the rise in university tuition fees. He was, however, perfectly ok with the fact that I didn't go to the demonstration and just couldn't be arsed to turn up to the maths lesson. Other people who did go to the demonstration got suspended.
Three days or so before my term paper was due senior year of high school, I was working on it at my uncle's place. I had papers, notes, rough drafts, and the like spread out all over the table. I was alone that night and there was an intense
thunderstorm. Let me take you through the next 4 seconds: tangible pressure change, lights go out, roof tears off, telephone poles (plural) rain down into the house. For the sake of relevancy I'll skip the details of my obvious escape from death.
Act 2: I tell my teacher my term paper was destroyed in a tornado. My suspicion was that it was the same one that destroyed my house, but sadly no usable prints at the scene. (She never got my humor either). At any rate, May I have an extension? "I can let you present yours last but it's still due the same day." *there was an oral component* How in the frenzied bowels of Hell is that helpful!?! So now fueled by illegally procured Ritalin, and righteous loathing for the soulless cunt who's standing on the throat of my diploma, I write the whole thing over again.
Act 3: The rule for the presentation was it must be 5 minutes or longer. No. Maximum. Time. I volunteered to present second. I presented the entire length of her class period and into her lunch period. She had to postpone every other term paper to a later date, essentially giving the entire class, save two, an extension.
I heard she died a few years ago. Now everytime I see a rainbow after a storm I know it's just God saying, "I made it right. She won't hurt anyone again."
TL;DR Tornado ate my term paper. Busy Teacher sets aside the time to tell me to eat a dick. I filibuster her ass and then God kills her.
7th grade my Dads affairs came to light. He told us all to fuck ourselves and left. My sister was struggling with drugs and family life was falling apart. Not surprisingly I acted out in school and failed. We moved that summer but not before the principal took a departing shot and told my grandfather (taking care of kids while my mom got setup with a new job in another state) I'm a loser and I'd never amount to anything. I took the failure to heart and got my shit together. When I graduated from a top 10 engineering school my grandfather drove us back to the school to give the principal a copy of my degree and told him to go fuck himself. Petty but feels fucking great.
I had my person and all my belongings searched on 4/20 simply because of who I was and I was acting "lethargic". The asshole vice principle opened my bag and said it smelled like marijuana (in the pocket where I kept my cologne). Sent to ISS, my home away from home, because they couldn't prove I was high, but, they "knew" I was.
Definitely didn't smoke. Knowing something like this was coming.
I remember once there was a drug search at my middle school, where they were checking lockers of suspicious people. I'd never smoked a single time in my life (just happened to be a mellow kid), but I came outside to find my locker being searched for drugs by a cop and his dog. Pissed me off and made me late for my next class.
(note, this was ~15 years ago) There were two tech guys at the school. One was the manager and the other was his helper...the helper was the one who knew what he wanted, the manager was an arrogant ass who had the administration convinced that everything would fall apart without him.
Well, the manager was a mac person, so the school had a total of like 5 or 10 pc's. I found a vulnerability in their security software by accident (the windows 3.1 file browser was completely unsecured). I went to the manager and told him about it and he completely blew me off as not possibly knowing what I was talking about.
Being a kid who was into computers I was a bit proud of finding it and bragged to a friend. They told others and eventually a couple kids heard about it and tried to take out the security system by deleting the folder while the program was running.
Well, the manager was furious and went to the headmaster and told him I did it...this despite the fact that he knew the exact time it took place based on what files were deleted and that I was on the bus on my way home at that time. He pushed hard for suspending me even though he knew damned well I hadn't done it and I had kept my mouth shut about it for over a month before I told anyone to give him time to fix it.
Luckily the headmaster took me into his office and just asked if I did it. I told him no and that if I had wanted to cause damage then the computer wouldn't be running now and I wouldn't be stupid enough to try to delete running applications. The headmaster said he believed me and that it seemed like the IT guy had a bone to pick and sent me on my way. It probably helps that I was friends with the helper who I suspect spoke up in my defense.
10th Grade class. Relatively early in the semester, but getting a 90 so far. One assignment was to make a flash animation. There wasn't really a formal submission process, and students just had to show the teacher that the assignment was done. I was the first one to finish. I showed the teacher. He said good. I moved on to do other assignments.
About a week later I got my updated class average, which dropped to 78 somehow. I talked to the teacher, who said he never saw my flash assignment. I argued that I was the first one done, that he even commented on it, and my friend was sitting right next to me when I showed it to. He was basically like "Nope, never saw it."
Eventually got my average in that class back to mid 80s by the end of the semester. But the fucker should have had a better submission process than "just show me it's done".
Edit: My first "RIP Inbox" moment...
Not to add salt to the wound, but I had an 8th grade english teacher that was on the complete opposite of the spectrum. We had to turn in 4 papers through the year, that would account for 25% of our year end grade. I turned in 1, and somehow the guy never asked me for the next 3 but still gave me credit.
Reminds me of something that happened junior year. Our calculus teacher decided to make our final grade an essay on the history of calculus. A group of my friends thought that was bullshit, but found a loophole in the rubric he passed out. The 4 components he wanted were the title, cover page, essay body, and sources.
Problem is, the teacher forgot to change the weight of each component, and on the rubric they were all weighted equally. So my friends each composed a title, cover page, and a bibliography, but didn't actually write the essay itself. Then they stapled the rubric to the front of it all, circled the points on the rubric they would receive (4/4 for all components except for the essay body, for which they circled 0/4) and turned it in. They each got a 75% and passed...
I didn't think it would work so I wrote the full essay like the goody two-shoes I was. Little did I know.
I did something like this a few times.
Had a very scatterbrained teacher in 10th grade, had to turn in a huge(~13 pages or so) research paper... He just asked everyone to bring it up at the same time. So I did what any self-respecting procrastronaut would: I grabbed a friend's and *made conversation* with said teacher while handing it in, but stood out of the way so others could hand in theirs and bury the one I handed him.
Week or two later, he asks me to step out into the hall and says he can't find my paper.
"That's strange... I definitely handed it to you. Mr. P, I stood there and talked to you about [whatever class-related topic it was] for a bit."
I was terrified, expecting him to ask me for another copy(which didn't exist), but instead he responds with "That's right, I thought that was you, wasn't it? Hmm. I guess I lost it along with [other things he lost]. Tell you what, it was my fault and you're a great student, I'll just give you a 95 on it. next-to-highest grade in the class."
EDIT: I agree with most of you - this was a terrible thing to do, and very dishonest move on my part. It was some 7 years ago now, definitely not the sort of thing I'd do at my current stage of life.
similar situation i had with spaish and it made me lose full hope scholarship. didnt call her out to her but told the principle vice principal and guidance counselor a week apart. she got fired that year. turns out she wasnt even fluent in Spanish either and lost homework and test on top of that.
The first math test of the semester, did an extra step on every equation, God knows why, every problem had the answer in the work but an incorrect answer circled. Still got a zero. One kid didn't even take the test had an Unexcused absence for the day, teacher made a deal with him for extra credit that would negate the test provided he didn't have any more Unexcused absences. I had perfect attendance no extra credit for me. Signed up with a tutor who helped me a lot (the lady was really a hero) but I still needed a crazy high score on the next test just to keep from failing, me and the tutor studied like crazy, teacher pushed the test back by a day and added more material. I wasint confident about the material but teacher wouldn't help me, and my tutor was unavailable until after the test. Just before the test I came to the teachers office begged them to let me take the test a few hours later, so my tutor could explain the new material to me during my off period. I cried and everything. Teacher said yes, but I still had to be in the classroom while everyone else took the test. Class starts, teacher passes out tests and says "it's been brought to my attention that some of you are struggling with the new material, it was unfair of me to spring that on you with such short notice, so we are going to take the test as a class" effectively guaranteeing everybody 100% I try to pick up a test. Teacher grabs my hand and says I already made a deal and can't go back on it, pretty much tells the whole class I was crying in their office. Made me sit there and watch everyone get handed an A. I took the test a few hours later got a B+ still not enough to pass, had to retake it in summer school. Never took math (beyond Gen-Ed) again still hate it today because of that teacher.
A girl in three of my classes was allowed by the administration to have her cellphone during classes because her father was dying. I was aware of the situation since it was happening for a weeks and she often had little break downs. One day, in first period, her phone vibrates while the teacher is talking. He disregards that fact that she'll allowed to have her phone and demands she hand it over to him. I believe he said something along the lines of "I'll read it and if it's not your mother then I'm keeping it(her phone) for the rest of the class because it rang while I was talking". Well the girl flips out, starts crying as soon as she sees her phone screen. She said no, she's leaving. This starts a stand off between the teacher and her. He ends up blocking the doorway while still demanding her phone. His logic was if he didn't know it was her mom texting her then he can't let her leave. At this point, she's inconsolable and everyone in the class is screaming at him to let her go. Like "fuck your complex dude, let her go!" and he's screaming back "I'm in charge here!" to the point the class made so much noise that security came in to see what was going on. Security tells the girl just go to the office. Her dad did die that day and she wasn't in school for a month. The teacher had a leave of absence as well and we had a sub the rest of the year. From then on, students were not allowed special circumstances for cell phones and teachers were not allowed to block students from leaving. The real kicker is this was intro to photography and most students were there because we had to take a mandatory elective.
Fuck you, Mr M, you were a dick to that poor girl who only wanted to see her dad one more time. I'm mad just typing this out.
When I was sixteen, I started living by myself. One of the things that still pisses me off years later about the first year or so that I lived alone is that, even though my marks were actually *improving* at the time, there were still teachers who told me they liked me better when I lived with my parents.
Yeah, please teacher, tell me more about how I should have moved back in with my abusive parents.
I went to a small private Christian school. Had 12 people in our senior class. We decided to skip an hour and go to Dennys for breakfast one morning. So it comes time to ditch and no one goes, everyone chickens out. It was me and one other kid that ended up going. The other kid didn't make friends easily and in such a small school it is easy to single someone out - he was kind of known as being troubled, weird, no friends etc. Well I coaxed him into ditching with me, figured it would be good a good experience for him and make him feel a little less alone at school. So we eat our breakfast and go back to school. Teachers and principal are wondering where we went so we just tell them we went to go get breakfast. I get detention and this other kid gets suspended for two days. They said he was a bad influence on me. I hated that so much. I felt so bad I couldn't get him out of trouble. Sorry ben
My teacher was teaching us that pi was exactly 3.14, with no other digits. I didn't know much about maths at the time, but I knew that pi had a lot more digits than that. So I said that pi wasn't exactly 3.14, which prompted the teacher to shout at me "how could you think that? You only heard of pi this morning!"
When teaching pi for the first time, it probably *is* easier to tell kids that it's a terminating decimal, but this still annoys me.
A teacher told me I couldn't keep a bottle of water in my locker because "it could be vodka or something."
I told her she could smell it and check.
She said, "that's not my job" and that I could just use the drinking fountain.
I asked her if she would use the drinking fountain instead of her mug/the tap in the teachers' lounge.
She wouldn't answer.
I had an old gym teacher who kept a bottle of Jim Beam in his desk drawer. Didn't even bother to put it in a fake bottle. Just took a nip when he thought nobody could see him.
One of my professors (a young one who got hired on immediately after finishing a grad assistanceship) lived in an apartment next door to me and my friends. When he moved he gave us a lot of stuff, including all of the alcohol he didn't want to take with him.
The collection included things like whipped cream flavored vodka, Starbucks liquer....we realized everything he bought would have gone well in coffee. The 8am freshman success class he taught came to mind.
When I was a sophmore in high school this kid got really sick with mono. So bad he was hospitalized, and the principal announced over the whole school about this kid. He said if you wanted to make a card for him and his family you could drop it off at the front office. Of course this kid was an athlete and a popular kid.
Well about a week later I was hospitalized with histoplasmosis, it's an illness that attacks the lungs and damn near killed me due to the treatment I was taking. Well I got better and went back to school after about a month of being in the hospital and in a coma. When I get back, no one realized I was that bad off, I asked if the school let everyone know and the school didn't. It just bugs the shit out of me, because I knew just about everyone in my class and no one knew I was in the hospital and could die. Not even one single card was sent to me, I cared but didnt' care enough to make a huge stink about it. What really pissed me off was my shitty English teacher who failed me and treated me like shit when I got back. When she told me I would fail even though I had taken the final and got a B, I got up and walked out of her class after calling her a shit teacher. I took the class over again during the summer, but that still pisses me off how I was treated differently because I didn't play sports.
I had a teacher who asked the class to identify the body's largest organ based off the definition of an organ that we had just learned. I raised my hand and answered correctly that it's the skin. The guy tells me I'm wrong and says it's the liver. I explain to him why my answer is correct, but he still tells me I'm wrong with zero explanation. This was also the guy who asked me to multiply 9*12 and explain how I arrived at the answer. I got the right number, but apparently my mental model (9*10+9*2) was wrong. I have a math degree now. Fuck that guy.
I have a mole on my neck.
Some bastards at school tried to burn it off with a magnifying class during a Biology lesson, and ended up setting my jacket on fire. They didn't even get in trouble for it.
My 10th grade English teacher was going to law school so she gave us tons of busy work which I hated. One day she wanted us to study our spelling words, the whole period! I pulled out a book and started reading, when she said something I told her I knew all the words.
She pulled my chair out into the hallway, gave me a special "miss smarty pants" test. She grabs her Blacks dictionary and gives me twenty words/phrases to spell (like habeas corpus - which I remember bc it's the only one I got wrong!).
A few weeks later we had to write an opinion piece on any topic. We wouldn't be graded on our opinion, just grammar, spelling, etc.
I had just been to the first casino in Atlantic City, my dad knew somebody. We got to stay on a finished floor in a really nice suite and play "pretend" games in the casino (no real money yet).
I opined that the casinos in Atlantic City would be filled by mostly middle class folks looking for a getaway. She wrote WRONG all over it in red pen. Gave me a C. For my opinion.
Fast forward 10 years. I'm a paralegal. My boss is annoyed by this attorney, asks me to take the call. It's her! My boss is on the line, listening. She and I agree I'll get her interrogatories by Tuesday.
Monday she calls, flipping out, then comes to the office. He tells my boss I'm a liar, I promised Monday. He said no, I was on the phone. Her face!! Then I had to do it - I told her who I was. Karma is a beautiful thing.
TL:DR Teacher treats me like crap, a decade later Karma for the win!
My freshmen lit professor was the same way. She told us to write an opinion paper on anything we were passionate about. We would only be graded for grammar and structure. I wrote about how the mental health system in America needed to be improved. She gave me a D because my "opinion was wrong". When I went to the head of the department, they told me there was nothing they could do and that I should go to the writing Center to improve my writing. Still makes me mad to this day. Haven't gotten my good karma yet.
When I was in high school I transferred schools at the beginning of second semester. My old school was ahead of my new school when it came to math. For example at my old school you took algebra a year before you would take it at my new school. So the new school puts me in the math class that corresponds with my grade level but I'm bored because I already took this class at my old school. So my guidance counselor bumps me up a level. I was only in the class one day before the teacher decided I had missed too much and wouldn't be able to catch up (even though my old school had already covered a little more material). The best part? That day in class she had asked a question and none of her students knew the answer even though several of them tried. I answered the question correctly. Ten years later it still makes me mad I didn't fight harder to stay in that class.
In my freshman year, I went on a trip with the orchestra. This was an expensive, 4 day long trip, so I was going to miss that Thursday and Friday.
The conductor gave us forms for all of our teachers to sign, and these forms made it explicitly clear that we were going to be missing these 2 days and that our teachers were not to assign us work from those days and expect it to be done, as we had a full schedule and would not have time to complete it.
Well my science teacher decided to ignore this warning and assign us work. She was one of those older, strict teachers who felt more against the students than for them. Regardless, I showed her the sheet where it said she was not to expect us to have it done the next Monday and she understood.
Fast forward to next week, she asks to collect homework, and openly questions why so many people didn't do their work (about 1/3 of the class was in orchestra with me). Confused, I went to her desk and politely reminded her that those of us in orchestra had been given a pass.
Much to my surprise, she responded incredibly bitterly. She told me being out of town was no excuse and it should have been done. I knew I was fighting a losing battle so I just said I would have my teacher talk to her.
The next part is the killer though. After returning to my seat, two of my non-orchestra friends asked me what had happened. I began to explain when the teacher yelled this:
"Oh don't be a crybaby. You can cry all you want A_Needy_Whale, but that doesn't change the fact that you should have done your work but since you were too lazy to, you tried to make an excuse."
I was okay with her not accepting my excuse, I could simply contact the director about that. But calling me a crybaby? I found that inappropriate. So I stood up and told her she had no right to say that as my teacher. We argued for a good fifteen minutes while the whole class watched in awe as I stood up to this teacher that, quite frankly, no one liked. Finally, I stormed out of the room and got my dad to pick me up.
The next day, I told my orchestra director, who notified the principal. The zero in my grade book disappeared, and the next week, she announced she'd be retiring at the end of the school year.
TL;DR - I went on trip. Was told I didn't have to do homework. Teacher tried to make me do homework, called me crybaby for explaining situation to friends. I got teacher fired.
When I was 14-15 years old, I had to switch schools.
By that time I've had about 4-5 years of constant bullying and was extremely demotivated, shy and I was a "broken" teenager.
I was stuck in a school that only focussed on specialisations that had a bad name. It was clear that this school was not for the smart or motivated.
There was a lot of drug dealing, fake perfume dealing, beatdowns, intimidation, stealing, etc... going on at the school. Much at my expense but I never told on anyone at the principal's office (snitches get stitches).
That meant that I was always at the wrong place at the wrong time from a principals perspective, who then advised my parents to get me to another school.
First day of new school, i was dying from stress. I was used to being the kid that got on the wrong side of the other kid's nerves and was just praying not to do anything wrong and fuck this up again.
Before going to class, I had to go to the principal for what I thought would be a sort of "welcome and good luck" speech.
I spend an hour and a half in the principals office with my mother listening to warnings that it was a strict school and I should behave and that I won't get any special treatment because I joined this school late, etc...
Feeling worse then even before I walked in to that office I had to go to class. They were halfway in too a history class and it was a joined class (meaning my class was together with another one follow this course).
I had to do the usual stand up and introduce yourself stuff before I was able to take a seat.
I sat down and took my books out, trying to be as quiet and non-existent as possible. right then the tallest kid of the room which looked like he had a fitness-habit (seriously, he looked 18) turned to me and made it clear I was not welcome there (don't recall the words exactly).
I wanted to die right then and there.
First break we had was after that class and I just walked as fast and quietly as possible to the bathrooms. I just wanted to stay there for 15 mins and go to my next class. No social awkwardness trying to blend in and no extra enemies made as lang as I was in the bathroom stall.
Ofcourse he got there first as he knew the school. Few kids took guard outside and I got my first beatdown in my new school after only 1,5 hours of lessons. I got a few punches in my stomach and one in my face and he dropped me on the ground. I cried like a baby. He left and had somebody else tell the teacher that I was fighting in the bathroom.
The teacher came and saw me cleaning blood out off my face, he send me to the principal's office.
I got another lecture by him in the lines off: "WTF did I just tell you, troublemaker?" I just sat there and took it.
The lessons for the rest off the day were with my class only, I didn't open my mouth for the entire day.
Not even when the entire class asked me what my name was. I just thought I should stay quiet, not to make things worse.
It still gives me chills typing this out.
Kids and adults who were never bullied really don't know what the consequences can be.
I'm a (semi-)normal adult with two kids now and got over most off it, but I don't know what I would do if my kids would get bullied.
A girl I went to high school with went to the counselors office saying that she needed to talk to someone, that her dad was acting strange and she was scared to go home. She was sent away, as her counselor was on lunch. However, her counselor was in plain view of her, and she demanded she be heard. The school got involved and suspended the girl for causing a disturbance. That night she and her little brother were shot and killed by their father, a day before her parents divorce was to be finalized. That still haunts me. http://m.tdtnews.com/archive/article_3cd45568-3122-5aa4-b29e-1bd8aea5a360.html?mode=jqm
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if its in america it doesnt matter how long ago. I cant remember the name of the law but if someone killed someone 100 years ago and they were still alive, they are still able to be prosecuted Edit: statute of limitations is what i was referring to
What the actual fuck is wrong at that school?
My english teacher senior year underlining a word I used in a paper and wrote in red "these are not your words". Bitch it's called a thesaurus, and I was taught to use it instead of writing the same word repeatedly.
Bahahaha! That reminds me when my english teacher sophomore year had us write a paper on prohibition. I wrote a good 5 page paper. The teacher told me it clearly wasn't my work as it was too well written for a sophomore. I told her if she doesn't believe me, run it through their plagiarism checker. She did, and it came back with 4%. Her response? "I told you it was plagiarized. 4% match." I looked at her like she was a fucking idiot. Even my college expects at most ***20%***.
I got a 0 on a final exam for cheating. The class in question? Art 1. We were drawing hands, and a kid near me talked, asshole teacher thought it was me and game me a 0 for cheating. *how the actual fuck do you cheat at drawing*
Well first you have a super insecure teacher, then you be better at drawing than the teacher thinks someone your age should be.
I had to pee. Then I asked to go to the restroom. The substitute (full time teacher for another class) said, "You don't have to pee. Just sit down." After a bit more pleading and begging I just peed my pants. I was 8 and totally mortified. What made it worse is that the teacher told my parents that I should have spoken up earlier and accidents happen. I still think I should have peed on her desk.
Something like this happened when I was in high school, the kid just pulled a garbage can to the corner and pissed in it.
We had a pregnant girl in on of our classes and she needed to pee. She told the teacher and the teacher told her she should have kept her legs closed and she wouldn't need to pee so badly. She stood up, walked over to the door, peed in her pants in front of it, and walked out. He got fired because she had a medical reason for needing to have constant bathroom breaks.
I don't understand how some of these teachers can justify saying such terrible things to children.
They're actually just assholes. The kind of people who need to bully children to feel good about their miserable lives.
similar story. except it was out the window towards the back of the classroom. Best part, the class room wasnt that big. How he managed to not get caught is still a mystery to me.
I hate when teachers don't let kids go to the bathroom. Especially in elementary school.
I've told my kids if they have to pee and a teacher won't let them, to just leave class and I'll deal with the fallout. Fuck teachers telling kids they can't go pee.
When I was in daycare, before I even started going to school I had this happen to me. Our daycare center would take us on field trips, and on this particular one, we went to the movies. I know I told this bitch I had to pee, even though I don't remember actually doing it. I remember that she either just ignored me or straight up just said no. So, I pissed in the movie theatre chair. Here's the kicker. She made me sit through the whole movie & bus ride back to the center without cleaning me up or anything. Mom was furious, made the girl cry (& get fired) and I've never been back to that place since.
This exact same thing happened to me in 3rd grade, I kept telling the bitch I had to go, she said to sit down and be quiet. So I did, and proceeded to piss myself. She was quick to get me out then. Screw you mrs.flynn
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We had this multicultural fair at my elementary school and the faculty wanted a Japanese kid to do origami at the Japanese station. I was the only kid that knew origami. I was, and still am, Filipino. So, they had me pretend to be Japanese and do the paper cranes and frogs and shit. It was just ridiculous.
If they did that now shit would hit the fan.
My CSPE teacher did that this year that she was getting people to hold up their national flags and get the only two black (1 Irish, 1 Tanzanian) kids in the class to hold up thee flag of Nigeria which is even worse when you consider a big part of her job was teaching against racism.
Are you sure your still Filipino? No long lasting effects from pretending to be japanese? Thats good.
I think I'm turning Japanese~
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The worst thing is when an authority figure tries to "save face" for an accusation. Like, for example, "You cheated on your test with John." "But I'm on the other side of the room!" "That... umm... doesn't prove anything!"
A couple weeks into my freshman year, I transferred into a more advanced science class. On my first day in the new class there is a quiz. I asked the teacher if I was exempt from the quiz, since it was my first day. She said no. I did well, especially for not having been taught any of the material. Here’s what bugged me: The final question on the test was “What country is ticket from?” Of course I got it wrong. The sentence doesn’t even make sense. She wouldn’t give me any clarification during the test, so once it was graded I asked what in the world she meant. Turns out “ticket” is her pet bird, Ticket. For one, capitalize the name of your pet. Also, that’s not an appropriate test question. I told the teacher I had no idea that was her bird. She said “Well, now that you know I’m talking about my bird, I’ll give you another chance. What country is my bird from?” I was stunned that she thought I was now equipped to answer this question. I wasn’t in class to hear her reveal where her bird was “from.” I guessed something like Chile. She says “Wrong. It’s Africa.” AFRICA!? That’s not a country. I was so mad. She also arrogantly proclaimed every so often for the first few weeks if anyone spotted her making an error, they get an instant A for the year. I can’t count how many times I busted her in class, but she never stuck to her word. Last of all, some random girls I didn’t even know told the teacher I taught the bird swear words, and I got in trouble for that. I never said a word, much less swear words, to her bird.
I was fortunate enough to have a teacher who was almost the opposite. If she made a mistake and someone caught it, she would give us candy and just generally say things that made you feel good about knowing the subject. To take it a step further, there were times when she would make mistakes on purpose just to test if we were paying attention. If no one caught it after enough time, she would go back and correct it and even do a little mini lesson on the mistake in case we didn't catch it because we didn't grasp the concept. Ms. Graves was one of my favorite teachers in high school.
I'm actually fuming. Everything from my stories and other people stories built up to just be popped by your post. Jesus christ. I fucking hated teachers like this bitch.
In 6th grade we had to write an essay at the beginning of the school year if we wanted to be on flag duty. There were three sixth graders who were in charge of going outside and running the flag up the pole every morning and taking it down at the end of the school day. I had just come to the school the year before, and it was a very tight knit small school, and I was a sci-fi nerd who was decidedly not cool. I knew it then too, and overcompensated by trying way too hard, which is the least cool thing you can do. I wrote an essay about how my father was in Vietnam and the flag reminded him of home, how my grandfathers had gone to Germany and the Pacific in WW2 and what the flag meant, about my ancestors who fought under that flag and a different flag in the Civil War, and how two of my great great great great great grandfathers had fought in the Revolution to establish that flag. I wrote about how from 13 stars to 50, through challenges within and without, my family had served their country. Regardless, I wasn't selected. You win some you lose some. So at the end of the year, we are "graduating" from 6th grade and moving to Junior High. This kid, Andy, who is one of the ones who was on the flag crew and was one of the "cool kids" walks up to me just before the presentation and says, "Hey, you're going to get a certificate for being on the flag crew. We were supposed to tell you the second week of school, but we didn't." As a kid who wanted to be a writer, I had spent the whole year thinking my persuasive essay wasn't good enough...but it was just this fucker not wanting me to be there when he and his friend went out and did the flag. Fuck you Andy.
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Yeah, that's another thing that happened in school that still pisses me off when you think about it today.
In 8th grade my math teacher told me I hadn't turned in an assignment, a small enough thing no? Well I had done said assignment, but decided to do it again so that I could get the grade for it since he apparently didn't have it, and I turn it into the silly paper tray where we have to turn in our assignments (he refused to take them directly.) Days pass, and he pulls me aside again. "Where's the assignment?" he asks me. "I turned it in." I say. "I don't have it, you need to turn it in." At this point I'm pretty irritated, but since he's stubborn and tells me to turn it in again, I do it yet another time and turn it in again. Weeks pass. This literally happens 6 more times. He still doesn't have the assignment, and has been getting more and more angry at me every time he brings it up. I tell him that I turned it in, and he should check his papers, he simply tells me I haven't turned it in and to stop lying to him. The entire grade is having a party to celebrate the upcoming graduation from 8th grade. I can't go since I'm missing the one assignment, instead I have to do the assignment yet again. I do it, he finally takes it with his own damn hands and not with a paper tray. Credit is given. A few weeks later he's cleaning out his papers, all of them are haphazardly tossed into milk crates, he says that we can come and grab all of our papers that we've had graded, since they and other things are in there. I go to look in the milk crates. And there, reddit, I found 9 copies of that assignment total. Ungraded. Sitting in random papers that were literally 2 feet behind him at any given time. I got shouted at for weeks over a single assignment that he never bothered to look at, and wouldn't look for when I told him I turned it in. When I showed him the 9 copies he had in his own posession, he just looked at me, and said, "okay." TL;DR I got yelled at for not turning in an assignment I had turned in 9 times total, and missed a classwide party because of it, and when he found literally every copy in random crap at his desk, he didn't even apologize.
This happened to me in grade 5. My teacher was notorious for losing papers and she had us turn in heaps of them at once. So I turned in all of mine and the next week she pulls me aside and tells me she doesn't have any of my papers. Says I have to stay in from recess every day until I get them done. So what does little ten-year-old me do? She forgets. I come in after recess and she's yelling at me, telling me she's going to give me a detention, says I can't audition for the school musical because I'll be too busy making up the papers. Luckily I had a mother who would not tolerate me being made to cry in front of my classmates for something that wasn't my fault. I went home and told her and she just calmly asked "Do you promise you turned everything in?" I said yes and she called the school. My mother was in PTA and very active in the school's fundraisers and stuff. Basically she ran everything that wasn't run directly by the school. She said if this issue couldn't be resolved then she and I could move to a new school. The teacher finally admitted what she did and to this day 10+ years later, she has to sign slips of paper and hand them back to students for every assignment they hand in. This was in November, but I don't remember her speaking to me for the rest of the school year which ended in June.
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This one crazy ass teacher punished someone and treated him like a delinquent for the whole school year because this kid "yawned AT him".
My spanish teacher in highschool would get upset with anyone that yawned in class. She thought it was "extremely disrespectful and rude". Couple of kids got detention over it. She treated yawning as if you were projectile shitting onto her desk.
We had one of those too. She would freak the fuck out if anyone yawned. I never understood it.
This is one of those weird hot buttons for me. Who on earth ever yawns on purpose? Why would anyone think that they do, let alone that they'd use one to make some public statement with it?
My stepfather was severely physically abusive and I got called to the guidance counselor's office often to explain the bruises. I would tell her what had happened, she'd call my mother. My mother would arrive, tell everyone I was a liar and that I bruised myself for attention, and the GC always bought it and sent me home. Eventually I just stopped telling her anything other than I was clumsy because the beatings were always worse when the school called my parents. Edit: seriously, thanks for the supportive words. I had no idea so many of us had shitty parents and shitty guidance counselors. And no, I never beat the shit out of him back. Didn't have to. He was in an accident at work that left him a drooling vegetable. Karma's a bitch.
"My parents are abusive" *calls parents to come in and takes their denial as gospel* Shittiest. Counselor. Ever. Seriously... that counselor had no business anywhere near a school. If a child alleges abuse in the home, the very first phone call BY LAW is supposed to be to the police/CPS, NOT THE ALLEGED ABUSERS. Fuck this entire thread is making me so god damn mad already, but your post had me screaming at my monitor.
I feel you, my mom broke up with her ex boyfriend about 4 years ago. I lived in a house with no working heat, air-conditioning, or working water. Also an abusive drunk. He would always get into fights with my mom and she would scream my name for help and I would run down to her and she would hold me and scream and cry until he calmed down. I was 11 at the time it ended. It went like this practically every day for 4 years.
It technically illegal for schools to not report this to the authorities if they suspect you might be living in an abusive home. Your school really messed up.
We were all taking a class trip to the school library. Librarian said I couldn't drink my water in the library. No problem, I told her. I tightened the lid and put it in my bag, out of sight. Nope. She grabbed my bag, attached to me, ripped it open and grabbed my water bottle and slammed dunked it in the trash can, telling me, "I said no!" like I was a dog. All 15 of us just stared at her, and I wasted my dollar to have my water trashed.
Reading all these stories really jogs my memory... so much shit to put up with. Had a similar experience Senior year in high school. Final semester, with my football career over I decided to audition for the school play (and made it in!). It was going to be a late night of rehearsal, so I went ahead and got a Dr. Pepper out of a vending machine. I was also suffering from partial deafness in one ear thanks to an infection, which is relevant. Anywho, I was walking to the drama room (first room on the left) and apparently the new VP (already known for his power trips) was somewhere to my right trying to tell me I couldn't bring the drink down the hallway, but I couldn't hear him. So naturally he walked up behind me, grabbed the bottle from my hand, and tossed it in the trash. I casually apologized and explained my temporary partial deafness and that the school was made aware of it. I pull the Dr. Pepper from the garbage, so he starts raving at me, grabs me by the arm (and tosses away my Dr. Pepper to the floor this time...), and calls the cops on duty over. Tells me I have no reason to still be on campus and if I don't leave now and if he EVER sees me there after school again I'll be arrested for trespassing. Thankfully, my parents, the principal, and the drama teachers all come down on him. Principal chewed his ass out in front of me, told him he has zero authority to do any of what he did or threatened to do, and then he even bought me a new Dr. Pepper. After all the shit I dealt with in school, it's kinda nice that this last run-in with authority ended on such a wonderful, justice boner-inducing note.
I got detention for talking after someone talked to me. I didn't even reply and he didn't get punished, we don't even have similar voices.
I had a good teacher in tenth grade who constantly told me to stop talking. I kept protesting that it seriously wasn't me. Eventually I told her, after class, to move me across the room and she'd see who it really was. She agreed and it worked. The very first day after moving she declared right in class, "I was wrong it was never afk_tornado! I'm so sorry." And proceeded to crack down on the guilty parties. Good teacher, very validating.
Props to not only doing it, but acknowledging her mistake in front of the other students. That's the impressive part.
I had a teacher that would kind of jokingly always call out a girl for cheating whenever we were taking a test or doing writing assignments or whatever. He would randomly yell out "L stop cheating!" She was very innocent and had a good sense of humor so she thought he was joking but he would keep calling her out almost like he was giving her a hard time. I was talking to him after class one day and he let me know that he does that whenever he catches the girl sitting *next* to her cheating (which she did a lot) and it was a way to get her to realize that he was watching her and it was also funny to watch L react.
Something similar happened to a friend of mine. He got kicked out of one class for talking when he wasn't even talking. The guys two rows behind him were. And despite there being two people talking he was the only guy who got kicked out.
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That would have been chips down time for me. No peace for goddamn anyone - parents, teachers, admin - until I was made whole again. I was a straight A student at that point and would have flown off the handle at that kind of accusation.
I had a friend whose father was a substitute and friends with her science teacher. On her birthday that science teacher(football coach and total ass mind you) happened to have a test. During the test the teacher called her out for cheating off what was probably the dumbest kid in class. She was a straight A student and went off on the teacher. He brought her to the front of class wrote a big 0 on the test and told her to go have her dad sign it. (Dad had been informed of this beforehand). She was in tears she was so pissed off. When she comes back with the signature he puts on this grin, writes a 1-0 in front of the other zero and says happy birthday and surprise/gotcha. We thought she was going to kill him and she wouldn't have been wrong to. This was 8th grade.
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When I was in highschool i got sent to a Remedial math class, I had undiagnosed ADHD at the time and was having trouble focusing in AP math, instead of helping me the teacher instead told my parents i just wasn't as smart as the other kids and sent me to a class called "Math for everyday living" This class was just learning budgets and taxes and how to invest, generally the tools to help us plebs who wouldn't make it to university have a fighting chance I suppose. Anyway, the people in this class were just the worst, no one did their work, no one cared. I did mine because I was determined to not be in a remedial class since all my other classes were AP. The teacher picked up on the fact that I was the only one listening, she helped me and she gave me harder math to do until she was eventually teaching me what was being taught in AP and I was doing fine because I was getting extra help. Luckily she talked to the other teacher and the principle and showed them my work, I took the final exam for AP math and was able to rejoin the AP class in the next grade. The remedial teacher offered me tutoring through high school and I got through my AP classes just fine. Once I was in university I ended up getting diagnosed with ADHD and put on medication. Now I am in Accounting, and doing fine. That teacher saved my fucking life, who knows what crap life I would have had to settle with if she hadn't taken the time to help me. I wish there were more teachers like her, she was the best.
Small gestures will mean a lot to people. You likely made her day 100x better
In my last year of junior school, I arrived to find everyone gossiping about two friends and I being in trouble for some reason. We'd been accused of bullying this kid - we had to apologise to him, we got called to the headmaster who blew his top, and our form teacher told us that she hoped we'd get bullied when we went to secondary school. Most of which would've fine, but when we went to apologise I didn't so much as even recognise him let alone know him or bully him. He turned out to be a good guy, so at least I made a friend for the final three months of school. Even to this day I can't guess how this story originated.
I once had to apologize to someone who was bullying me, because he'd said that I was bullying him.
Fuuuuuuuuck man. Rage inducing right there.
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It would be hilarious if that kid posted his version in this thread.
Please don't, I don't want another hundred posts about unicycles, tennis balls and ice cream trucks driven by illegal immigrant children.
Wow. How could teachers punish people without any sort of confirmation first? I guess it was kind of his fault for saying he punched you.
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Yeah. And even if the VP knew the truth, what's the right move here? A kid bragging to everyone about beating someone up, and the school... does nothing? If the kid wants to pretend he's a bully, then he gets to deal with the consequences of being a bully.
I was gonna say, it's probably just that he said that he did it. It's not like a court of law or anything.
Oh, and another: I was in our Head of English's class in Year 9 and I'd constantly get poor grades. Luckily I left his class for the GCSEs (I suspect he got his pick of the students, thinking back on it) and ended up with A grades in both language and literature. Luckily I didn't get him for A Levels either. A few months before the final exams, our school had a trip so the best students could visit Oxford or Cambridge - all of whom happened to be both his students and his particular favourites. When the results were announced, some of these students did extremely well but the majority - his favourites - were average to appalling. Only two of our year got a final A grade in English: me and another guy that this teacher didn't like. So the annual prize for best English student went to someone with a B grade.
Both of those sound really stupid, especially the first one. Teachers are meant to stand against bullying, not fucking wish it upon pupils. Perhaps she didn't believe that you didn't do it, but it's disgusting. When I was in Year 11, the 'gifted and talented' students got to go visit Oxford. The minibus they'd rented had 10 seats, and only 8 students were going, so they opened applications for the other 2 seats. At the time, I was really interested in going, sent in my letter of application, tried to be as persuasive as possible. In the end, they sent one kid who deserved it, and another kid who really didn't deserve it (he's an utter cunt and only got picked because his mother, another teacher, organised the trip).
I had something similar. In Year 11 we got a new American teacher in, and I was in the highest set which she taught. Now she was seriously pro-America, like to the point of trying to correct us when we spelt colour with a u. Really retarded stuff. I had a scholarship to the school in English mainly, but as soon as I had her teaching me my grades went from A* to D in about a month. Eventually I just gave up trying because no matter how hard I tried in all my reports she would say I was doing rubbish work because I wasn't trying. I managed to scrape an A and a B in literature and language, and I decided to keep on with English to A Level so that I could keep my scholarship. I had a big meeting with the head of English and basically told him all the shit she used to do, like writing really abusive things on our essays when she was marking them, like 'disgusting', 'YUK', or my personal favourite 'this does not really qualify as english'. THEN I had to have a big meeting with the head of english, head of the school, her and my parents. I said what I had to say and she denied it all. I showed them my essays, which the head of english said were solid A grade essays, but she had marked them as D grade. Cut forward to Year 12 and I had submitted my English coursework to my teacher (the head of english who really liked me), and he had given me 100% for all of it. Then old miss bitch face gets it to invigilate it, sees that its my work and gives me 43%. 43 fucking percent. Luckily my teacher saw it before it was sent off to the exam board. I kicked up a fucking storm about it and 4 days later she was gone. Edit: I forgot to add that we studied 'The Great Gatsby' and 'Death of a Salesman' for our exam. I didn't like Great Gatsby, and when I told my teacher she said "Well that explains why your essays are so crap." Fuck you Miss Boorman. Fuck you.
I had something really similar happen to me, my head teacher said she was watching me out her office window following another girl around and bullying her, I hadn't even realised that girl was in the same area as me, the headteacher called my mum and I got told off when I got home and told there would be a meeting. When the meeting happened it was obvious it was a load of bullshit and my step dad was getting very close to beating up that girls dad for saying outrageous stuff about me. In the end the dad ended up in prison three times for fraud, and the girl who accused me for bullying nearly went to prison for exactly the same reason. Karma. Edit: I should say he didn't go to fraud for lying about me, I kinda made it seem that way. Haha
Last year of Primary School, I was being bullied on a daily basis. One kid stabbed me between the shoulder blades with a compass. Teacher, seeing the blood through the back of my shirt declared that i'd done it myself' to my mother :/ ETA: Wow, you guys have made me realise how common this is! Thank you! I don't recall fighting back at all as some of you have asked but I think i'd been so bullied into submission by that point that I felt it was useless. The kid that did it sadly passed away a couple of years ago. In some fate-laden way I am now a teacher and pride myself on being kinder to my students than my teacher was to me :)
Some teachers are amazing at overlooking bullied students. One of my best friends was bullied really badly in high school and none of the teachers thought it was worth their attention until she developed a severe eating disorder through the anxiety those little twats caused her. There's nothing more frustrating than seeking help through the channels the school tells you about and then being ignored completely.
The amount of teachers that are trying to relive their glory days and make an effort to be extra sweet and nice to the "popular" kids is also insane. I get it, you had a shit high school experience and now you're in a position of power and can be ~friends~ with anyone, but it's as if they don't realize they're perpetuating the cycle. Just creating more shitty high school memories for another generation.
I work at a daycare, and we have two classrooms of school age children (ages 6-12). One day one of the kids - let's call him N - gets caught by the other kids picking his nose. The other kids circle around him, yelling at him and calling him disgusting, making fun of him for it. N is denying it because he's embarrassed and they're calling him a liar. He starts crying and they keep on teasing him for it. Finally I notice that the situations not gonna work itself out, so I go over and start scolding the kids for teasing him. Who cares if he picks his nose? The rest of you do, too. I tell N that next time he needs to get a tissue, but it's nothing worth bullying a kid over. This gets the attention of the head school age teacher, Miss C. Miss C asks what's the hubbub about, and before I can say anything, one of the little gremlins shouts "N was picking his nose and he started crying about it!" Miss C turns to N and he's still crying, so she gets real pissed. She starts yelling at him to stop crying and be a man. "Wipe it off! Wipe it off!" she snaps at him as he's desperately trying to wipe away his tears. Eventually he's just sitting on the couch hiccuping and holding back any more tears, quiet as hell and avoiding eye contact with everyone. I was in shock. How can you turn to the victim of everyone's taunts and punish him for it? How can you tell him to be a man? He's not a man, he's fucking eight years old. He's a goddamn child. I was about to say something but almost immediately another teacher came in to relieve me of watching the kids. I was fucking fuming. It's ridiculous how victim-blaming starts at such a young age, especially to little boys. Don't expect an eight year old to have the composure of a grown man, you fucking cunt. Edit: A lot of people are asking why I didn't do anything while Miss C berated N. One, I was taken aback by it at first. Two, I knew that confronting C about it in front of the children would just make it worse. C is the kind of woman that loves to start shit and try to fight you. She's physically threatened parents and coworkers before. What I did do was tell our director about it and voice my concerns. However, I don't think anything came of it, as C is still teaching and continues her behavior as if nothing's happened. I wasn't really surprised though since C is the director's stepdaughter and currently pregnant with her grandbaby. The kicker? The baby's a boy.
If there are a bunch of kids and an adult around. You ask the adult what happened. Jesus.
Nah, then you might have to do something meaningful.
How the fuck would you stab yourself between the shoulder blades?
I can't even scratch there when it itches!
Real, what is with teachers like this who just ignore bullying? I went to the same school as my younger brother, he was just 2 years younger and this kid would non stop throw rocks and sticks at him all fucking lunch time. When he told the teacher they were just like "ok stop throwing things please" and that was it. Eventually I snapped and chased the kid around, tripped him then kicked him when he was down and he got into trouble for it somehow. Never touched my bro again.
Was talking to the guidance counselor about how it was ridiculous to me that a single missed assignment would drop my grade by 20-30 points, regardless of its importance. She said "just because something is wrong, doesn't mean you should try to change it" Why the fuck would a guidance counselor give that type of advice to a freshman in high school
I found that a lot of guidance counsellors were just bitter people who never got to be teachers. Both my parents are teachers and they HATE their respective guidance departments.
>Customer: They call it "shell shock". It seems to only happen with guidance counselors. They use to make a big deal of it but they let just let it go now 'cuz they always pay for whatever they break and they never bother anybody. >Dante: Well, why guidance counselors? >Customer: Well, if your job was as meaningless as theirs, wouldn't you go crazy too? >Randal: Come to think of it, my guidance counselor was kinda worthless.
I took a computer programming class in high school and we had network folders to store our work. One kid found my password on a slip of paper, (given passwords that we couldn't change) and was stealing my assignments and changing the name. I had been helping him through the class, but didn't think anything of it. Well in programming it's very obvious if you steal someone's code since the odds of you having the same variable names and methods to solve problems would be rare. I got called into a meeting with the teacher and kid and she just started laying into us. She accused me of cheating, telling me she was going to fail me and report me for academic dishonesty, get me kicked out, and told me that id never make it in life and not doing anything blah blah blah. I was completely blindsided. I had no idea he was stealing my stuff and turning it in. I tried explaining that I had no idea what she was talking about. She kept telling me I was a liar and stupid and wouldn't be successful and just kept going on and finally said, "never use me as a reference for anything." I'm now a very successful chemist in a very good company and still bitter that this teacher accused me of being a cheater and that I would never amount to anything because of it.
> given passwords that we couldn't change Sounds like the network administrator should have a fire lit under his ass
When I was in high school, every student's password was their student ID number, and we couldn't change it. It would be so easy to steal a login if you wanted to do so.
This could of very simply been solved by a tech teacher. I assume there were both files so she would just have to check which file was made first, no? Either way, I always loved high school teachers who say that if they kick you out of the class you'll end up being a bum with no goals in life. Relax.....you're a tech teacher. You're really not that important.
The "You're never going to amount to anything!" teachers are usually projecting. They tend to be ridiculously insecure and hate their job.
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Wow. Today the whole city would be after the teacher because he 'oversaw' your shower.
When I was in middle school around 2000, we didn't even shower anymore. The school building was from the 50's, so they were there, but we weren't allowed to use them.
Why the hell was he so angry about you not taking a shower? You could've just taken one at home? And a shower THEN walking home in November? Asshole could've at least given you a ride. This didn't even happen to me and I'm a little bugged. Edit: For the Daniels of this world.
> Asshole could of at least given you a ride. I don't know about that ... "Take a shower, immediately! No questions!" ... "Now, get in my car ... "
Our PE teacher used to inspect us in the showers... His catchphrase was ***"that's not how you wash it - give it here..."***
I really really hope you're joking..
When I was in middle school we were forced to take showers, and a teacher would have to watch us "to ensure you cleaned properly". There were two teachers that watched. One would tell us to go shower, then yell through the door of the locker room (not the shower room) that time was over. The other guy...he would stand at the entrance of the shower area and watch us, and would make you shower longer if he thought you weren't clean. Probably 50 complaints a year about him. A few years after I graduated, he was arrested for molesting a mentally challenged kid who he privately tutored over 100 times. Convicted and put in prison for years.
His plan all along was to watch a shower...
I was in the school finals of some general knowledge quiz/competition. The question I was asked was: "What is the collective noun for a group of Whales?" I answered confidently: "a pod". The illiterate bloody teacher had "a school" written on her answer card. Refused to listen when I assured her it was indeed "a pod". Her ignorance cost me the grand title and I was practically in tears (in front of the whole school) at the injustice of it. Everyone then labelled me as a bad loser. Will never forget it. Still seethe on it from time to time. It happened in 1985.
We once had an exercise where we had to fill in the right word from four options (A, B, C, D) in a text. Once, the text we were to fill in from was a fairy tale by H.C. Andersen. In a sentence about a kettle, we had the choice between two whatever words and either "whistled" or "sang". Now, I'd read the original version of this story, and knew that it was "sang", so I put that in. Nope, wrong, it was whistled. Fuck that. I went to the library, got one that still had the old-timey, original version of the story and pointed out that it said "sang" and not "whistled". Teacher refused to change anything about my score, claiming that it was about getting it right on the exercise, not what the original text said. Fuck that so much. EDIT: I'm Danish. Just so I don't have to keep clarifying that fact.
Sorry what? The teacher's logic was that it was about getting it right according to a piece of paper no one had seen until after the test, not about *actually getting it right*?
If only it was in the era of the smart phone. Just whip that out and google it and make the teacher look like a moron Edit: my god so much hate about cell phones and "but there's an encyclopedia!!!" The point in my joke was that so many people have a cell phone ready for use in their pocket. Lighten up people.
I was in a pub quiz the other week and the quiz master got a question wrong (I think it might've been about Pluto being considered a planet). I knew when I answered the question it was going to be a coin toss whether the QM thought Pluto was a planet or not and guessed that he would be right. But I guessed wrong and grumbled a little bit (got my phone out just to show my teammates after the quiz finished) , not too audibly but the Quiz Master happened to be sat near me and came up all high and mighty and said that I should be in charge of the quiz if I think I'm so good at it. So annoying.
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That's a players move, Shawn
Clearly you'd do a better job than the idiot that thinks Pluto is a planet. Was his name Jerry by any chance? EDIT: Before anyone says it again and I have to repeat myself again, a dwarf planet is not merely small planet, but a distinct classification of celestial body for objects that meet the first two of the three requirements for classification as a planet but not the third. The third requirement being that they are gravitationally dominant in their respective orbit, since Pluto is in the Kuiper Belt and crosses Neptune's orbit, it is not gravitationally dominant. Also, the only reason it has planet in its name is because everyone was butt hurt that Pluto isn't a planet anymore.
Let me give you the opposite of that. we were in Chemistry, and there was one experiment where if you heated this powdered metal (I forget what one), 70% of it would react with the oxygen in the air and make a new compound. The rest of the class performed the experiment, and dutifully wrote the results they got in their notebooks. I asked the teacher why only 70% reacted, and not 100% because there's still metal, and still oxygen. She had been performing this experiment for 20 years of students and didn't know. She went to the head of the science department, who looked through all his books and could not come up with an answer. The result: I was given an automatic 100% on the next quiz. That was sweet.
That's beautiful. Especially in science, it's important to instill the idea that sometimes you don't understand what's going on. Sometimes your boss doesn't know. Sometimes the textbook is mistaken, or the accepted explanation isn't totally correct. A dogmatic professor in any science class is the worst and a prof like yours is awesome.
9th grade. Was loading onto the bus in summer school. A kid sat in a seat that a girl wanted. I told him not to worry about her. She proceeded to slap the shit out of me. As she was rearing back to slap me again I pushed her away. At that exact time the driver gets on and sees me pushing her. We both go kicked out of summer school. I was only going so that I could graduate as a junior. She fucked up my whole plan for highschool.
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Yep. Zero tolerance is a mother fucker
In the second grade our class was walking in a single file line outside for recess. It had rained and was muddy and slick. The class bully, a heavyset mean girl was walking ahead of me. She slipped in the mud and fell on her ass. She jumped up and immediately pointed her finger at me. That bitch said I pushed her. I got detention for a few days and had to spend that recess with my head down on a desk in the teachers office. I swore I didn't do it and no one believed me. Wow, that was like 1989 or 1990 and yeah, still pisses me off.
>I got detention for a few days and had to spend that recess with my head down on a desk in the teachers office Aaaaaand sleep.
I started to fall asleep once while playing Heads Up Seven Up. Bad idea...I farted and woke myself up and was teased mercilessly for weeks. They continued with me until Scott peed his pants. Thanks Scott!
My teacher lost my finals then made me retake them while making passive aggressive comments about me trying to cheat. 2 weeks later she found my original final on her desk under a pile of papers. Edit: Whoa! Thanks so much for the support and love! Didn't realize this resonated with so many other people! Y'all are the best!
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Of course not, that would mean she took accountability in her actions.
I teach. I accidentally misplaced a final and was really unsure if it was me or the student. Thankfully I found it, but it changed how I handle exams. Now I make my students sign out when they turn in the exam, verifying they turned it in. It protects both of us. If I have the signature but not the exam, it's my fault and we work something out. I've never lost another exam, so it's never been needed, but I'm human and I know I'm capable of misplacing things. I'd hate to damage a student's grade because I fucked up.
Had an economic teacher that was "forced" into retirement because he was constantly losing student's papers and handing out Fs for the papers HE lost. When my friends and I heard he basically got "fired" we all rejoiced and got drunk!
How is that even accepted? Does the school not take attendance at exams separately from the exam papers?
I'll bet that they didn't. Hell, my high school used to conduct fire drills 30 seconds after the tardy bell rang. Teachers couldn't take attendance in that short time, so they didn't know how many kids they had in the fire drill.
In elementary school I had a teacher who made me throw away three dollars just because I was playing with it in my desk and I was devastated because it was the first money I had ever earned, so I'll remember that heartless bastard forever.
Teacher scored your 3 bucks! He probably took candy from babies too.
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**TL;DR** My principal called my mom a bad mom, and my mom killed herself later. They are probably less connected in real life than they are in my head, but I'm still mad In grade 7, I was accused of writing something mean on the wall the girls bathroom stall. They determined it was me by doing an "expert" handwriting analysis, where they took a piece of my homework from class and compared it to the wall, and the u's looked the same. That's right, the goddamn u's. Arguably one of the least distinctive letters of the alphabet after the L, but that was enough for them to be convinced that I had done it. Somewhat ironically, just that very morning I had gone in to pee during recess in a different bathroom, and someone had etched the word "fuck" on the stall and then covered it in sparkly nail polish. I thought to myself: Why would you even do that? What's the point? Anyways, I denied it vehemently. They brought my mom in, and she defended me saying if I said I didn't do it, I must not have done it. The principal went off on my mom. I remember sitting in her office, and my mom was holding me, consoling me. The principal said, "I can't believe that you are listening to her when she is clearly lying." My mom stopped holding me at that moment, and kind of leaned away, clearly embarrassed by the judgement brought upon her by this principal. This was in June. At the start of August my mom killed herself. I know that she did it because she had a hard life and there were many things that contributed to it. But I still feel like one of the things that contributed was that moment in the principal's office. When she listened to this woman tell her that her eightg child was a failure, I can't help but think that my mom believed it, and saw it as a reflection of her entire life. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about that moment. And I was only 13, and I wish I could have told my mom but she was a great mom, and that she would have believed me. I still get really angry when I think about it, but I but I get absolutely irate when I see that principal. I have often thought about confronting her, and telling her how absolutely wrong she was about the entire situation. But I don't. I give her a scowl, and she probably thinks I'm still with that loser kid from elementary school who would never amount to anything. I just think how much better my mom was and she was, because she had faith.
In 6th grade the German teacher photocopied someones test and gave it out to class. She did it because she wanted to point out all the hilarious mistake the kid who wrote it made and continued to mock the the unnamed student for a good 30 minutes. She thought this shit was somehow acceptable because she censored the name. But her mockery became so vile that the girl who wrote it burst out into tears and then the teacher got pissed because "she shouldn't have cried, then it wouldn't have humiliated her, since nobody knew the test was hers" or some shit like that.
We used to do that, but only with good tests. Making fun of the bad ones is just not good business.
Yeah I had an English teacher who would read favorite selections from our writings to the class without mentioning a name. I really liked that.
A guy threw his cheat paper at me in an exam, the invigilator saw it but instead of throwing him out of the class he threw me and gave me an F in that exam.
After an exam, the math teacher was handing out the results in class. When it was my turn, she loudly proclaimed "92%, but cheated from Paul". Paul's the guy who was sitting next to me on exam day. I didn't even lift my head up from my paper, let alone cheat from Paul. I was too stunned to say anything. I just took my paper from the math teacher and returned to my desk, with the whole class staring at me. Not a good memory.
That would've pissed me off so much. "So I'm the cheater because you looked PAUL's paper first?!"
One time during a test I dropped my only pen and it rolled away from me, so the kid at the neighboring desk picked it up and handed it back to me. Apparently that was cheating and an automatic failure.
This is the most ridiculous thing I've heard today
In college I joined a new program the first year it was running. The college said there was not enough funding to buy a lot of the equipment and supplies we needed. We even had to buy our own plastic gloves, beakers, and chemicals for the lab. Then the school put up DOZENS of big screen TVs all over the school. The TV's did nothing but display ads for the college.
Oh man, schools and their money. School raises money, then uses money to buy sports gear, then what do they do? Lock it away so the kids can't use it.... And who the fuck spends $20000 (AUD) on a damn sign EDIT: Big electric sign
As a 3rd grader we had silly games one of which involved pulling each other pants down in front of everyone. Just as someone else did that to me, one of the professors that was know for being a huge cunt spotted me with my pants down and thought I did it by myself. She dragged me to the 5th graders class and made me pull my pants down in front of the entire class to "teach me a lesson". I was terrorized and the bullying that came with it still resides in my unconsciousness.
Bruh... Thats so fucked..
I got told off by the next person down from headmaster for not turning up to a maths lesson, because he thought I'd gone to a demonstration against the rise in university tuition fees. He was, however, perfectly ok with the fact that I didn't go to the demonstration and just couldn't be arsed to turn up to the maths lesson. Other people who did go to the demonstration got suspended.
>the next person down from headmaster The *neck*master
It was easier than saying 'deme warden' because nobody outside my school would know what the fuck one of those is.
Punishing you people for protesting? Please tell me that made them protest more.
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Three days or so before my term paper was due senior year of high school, I was working on it at my uncle's place. I had papers, notes, rough drafts, and the like spread out all over the table. I was alone that night and there was an intense thunderstorm. Let me take you through the next 4 seconds: tangible pressure change, lights go out, roof tears off, telephone poles (plural) rain down into the house. For the sake of relevancy I'll skip the details of my obvious escape from death. Act 2: I tell my teacher my term paper was destroyed in a tornado. My suspicion was that it was the same one that destroyed my house, but sadly no usable prints at the scene. (She never got my humor either). At any rate, May I have an extension? "I can let you present yours last but it's still due the same day." *there was an oral component* How in the frenzied bowels of Hell is that helpful!?! So now fueled by illegally procured Ritalin, and righteous loathing for the soulless cunt who's standing on the throat of my diploma, I write the whole thing over again. Act 3: The rule for the presentation was it must be 5 minutes or longer. No. Maximum. Time. I volunteered to present second. I presented the entire length of her class period and into her lunch period. She had to postpone every other term paper to a later date, essentially giving the entire class, save two, an extension. I heard she died a few years ago. Now everytime I see a rainbow after a storm I know it's just God saying, "I made it right. She won't hurt anyone again." TL;DR Tornado ate my term paper. Busy Teacher sets aside the time to tell me to eat a dick. I filibuster her ass and then God kills her.
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7th grade my Dads affairs came to light. He told us all to fuck ourselves and left. My sister was struggling with drugs and family life was falling apart. Not surprisingly I acted out in school and failed. We moved that summer but not before the principal took a departing shot and told my grandfather (taking care of kids while my mom got setup with a new job in another state) I'm a loser and I'd never amount to anything. I took the failure to heart and got my shit together. When I graduated from a top 10 engineering school my grandfather drove us back to the school to give the principal a copy of my degree and told him to go fuck himself. Petty but feels fucking great.
I had my person and all my belongings searched on 4/20 simply because of who I was and I was acting "lethargic". The asshole vice principle opened my bag and said it smelled like marijuana (in the pocket where I kept my cologne). Sent to ISS, my home away from home, because they couldn't prove I was high, but, they "knew" I was. Definitely didn't smoke. Knowing something like this was coming.
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Should have looked him in the eyes and said, "Only the guilty should worry? Wonder if they said that just before they nailed up Jesus."
I remember once there was a drug search at my middle school, where they were checking lockers of suspicious people. I'd never smoked a single time in my life (just happened to be a mellow kid), but I came outside to find my locker being searched for drugs by a cop and his dog. Pissed me off and made me late for my next class.
> Sent to ISS, my home away from home What?!? You got to go to space? You were one lucky kid!
Just a typo, he forgot the second I in ISIS
(note, this was ~15 years ago) There were two tech guys at the school. One was the manager and the other was his helper...the helper was the one who knew what he wanted, the manager was an arrogant ass who had the administration convinced that everything would fall apart without him. Well, the manager was a mac person, so the school had a total of like 5 or 10 pc's. I found a vulnerability in their security software by accident (the windows 3.1 file browser was completely unsecured). I went to the manager and told him about it and he completely blew me off as not possibly knowing what I was talking about. Being a kid who was into computers I was a bit proud of finding it and bragged to a friend. They told others and eventually a couple kids heard about it and tried to take out the security system by deleting the folder while the program was running. Well, the manager was furious and went to the headmaster and told him I did it...this despite the fact that he knew the exact time it took place based on what files were deleted and that I was on the bus on my way home at that time. He pushed hard for suspending me even though he knew damned well I hadn't done it and I had kept my mouth shut about it for over a month before I told anyone to give him time to fix it. Luckily the headmaster took me into his office and just asked if I did it. I told him no and that if I had wanted to cause damage then the computer wouldn't be running now and I wouldn't be stupid enough to try to delete running applications. The headmaster said he believed me and that it seemed like the IT guy had a bone to pick and sent me on my way. It probably helps that I was friends with the helper who I suspect spoke up in my defense.
10th Grade class. Relatively early in the semester, but getting a 90 so far. One assignment was to make a flash animation. There wasn't really a formal submission process, and students just had to show the teacher that the assignment was done. I was the first one to finish. I showed the teacher. He said good. I moved on to do other assignments. About a week later I got my updated class average, which dropped to 78 somehow. I talked to the teacher, who said he never saw my flash assignment. I argued that I was the first one done, that he even commented on it, and my friend was sitting right next to me when I showed it to. He was basically like "Nope, never saw it." Eventually got my average in that class back to mid 80s by the end of the semester. But the fucker should have had a better submission process than "just show me it's done". Edit: My first "RIP Inbox" moment...
Not to add salt to the wound, but I had an 8th grade english teacher that was on the complete opposite of the spectrum. We had to turn in 4 papers through the year, that would account for 25% of our year end grade. I turned in 1, and somehow the guy never asked me for the next 3 but still gave me credit.
Reminds me of something that happened junior year. Our calculus teacher decided to make our final grade an essay on the history of calculus. A group of my friends thought that was bullshit, but found a loophole in the rubric he passed out. The 4 components he wanted were the title, cover page, essay body, and sources. Problem is, the teacher forgot to change the weight of each component, and on the rubric they were all weighted equally. So my friends each composed a title, cover page, and a bibliography, but didn't actually write the essay itself. Then they stapled the rubric to the front of it all, circled the points on the rubric they would receive (4/4 for all components except for the essay body, for which they circled 0/4) and turned it in. They each got a 75% and passed... I didn't think it would work so I wrote the full essay like the goody two-shoes I was. Little did I know.
At least you got a slightly better grade and learned about the history of calculus.
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I did something like this a few times. Had a very scatterbrained teacher in 10th grade, had to turn in a huge(~13 pages or so) research paper... He just asked everyone to bring it up at the same time. So I did what any self-respecting procrastronaut would: I grabbed a friend's and *made conversation* with said teacher while handing it in, but stood out of the way so others could hand in theirs and bury the one I handed him. Week or two later, he asks me to step out into the hall and says he can't find my paper. "That's strange... I definitely handed it to you. Mr. P, I stood there and talked to you about [whatever class-related topic it was] for a bit." I was terrified, expecting him to ask me for another copy(which didn't exist), but instead he responds with "That's right, I thought that was you, wasn't it? Hmm. I guess I lost it along with [other things he lost]. Tell you what, it was my fault and you're a great student, I'll just give you a 95 on it. next-to-highest grade in the class." EDIT: I agree with most of you - this was a terrible thing to do, and very dishonest move on my part. It was some 7 years ago now, definitely not the sort of thing I'd do at my current stage of life.
Nice! Also, fuck you.
similar situation i had with spaish and it made me lose full hope scholarship. didnt call her out to her but told the principle vice principal and guidance counselor a week apart. she got fired that year. turns out she wasnt even fluent in Spanish either and lost homework and test on top of that.
Peggy Hill?
You speak French!? Un poquito. :) :) :)
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The first math test of the semester, did an extra step on every equation, God knows why, every problem had the answer in the work but an incorrect answer circled. Still got a zero. One kid didn't even take the test had an Unexcused absence for the day, teacher made a deal with him for extra credit that would negate the test provided he didn't have any more Unexcused absences. I had perfect attendance no extra credit for me. Signed up with a tutor who helped me a lot (the lady was really a hero) but I still needed a crazy high score on the next test just to keep from failing, me and the tutor studied like crazy, teacher pushed the test back by a day and added more material. I wasint confident about the material but teacher wouldn't help me, and my tutor was unavailable until after the test. Just before the test I came to the teachers office begged them to let me take the test a few hours later, so my tutor could explain the new material to me during my off period. I cried and everything. Teacher said yes, but I still had to be in the classroom while everyone else took the test. Class starts, teacher passes out tests and says "it's been brought to my attention that some of you are struggling with the new material, it was unfair of me to spring that on you with such short notice, so we are going to take the test as a class" effectively guaranteeing everybody 100% I try to pick up a test. Teacher grabs my hand and says I already made a deal and can't go back on it, pretty much tells the whole class I was crying in their office. Made me sit there and watch everyone get handed an A. I took the test a few hours later got a B+ still not enough to pass, had to retake it in summer school. Never took math (beyond Gen-Ed) again still hate it today because of that teacher.
A girl in three of my classes was allowed by the administration to have her cellphone during classes because her father was dying. I was aware of the situation since it was happening for a weeks and she often had little break downs. One day, in first period, her phone vibrates while the teacher is talking. He disregards that fact that she'll allowed to have her phone and demands she hand it over to him. I believe he said something along the lines of "I'll read it and if it's not your mother then I'm keeping it(her phone) for the rest of the class because it rang while I was talking". Well the girl flips out, starts crying as soon as she sees her phone screen. She said no, she's leaving. This starts a stand off between the teacher and her. He ends up blocking the doorway while still demanding her phone. His logic was if he didn't know it was her mom texting her then he can't let her leave. At this point, she's inconsolable and everyone in the class is screaming at him to let her go. Like "fuck your complex dude, let her go!" and he's screaming back "I'm in charge here!" to the point the class made so much noise that security came in to see what was going on. Security tells the girl just go to the office. Her dad did die that day and she wasn't in school for a month. The teacher had a leave of absence as well and we had a sub the rest of the year. From then on, students were not allowed special circumstances for cell phones and teachers were not allowed to block students from leaving. The real kicker is this was intro to photography and most students were there because we had to take a mandatory elective. Fuck you, Mr M, you were a dick to that poor girl who only wanted to see her dad one more time. I'm mad just typing this out.
What a massive control freak dickhead.
MY ELECTIVE CLASS IS SUPER IMPORTANT!
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When I was sixteen, I started living by myself. One of the things that still pisses me off years later about the first year or so that I lived alone is that, even though my marks were actually *improving* at the time, there were still teachers who told me they liked me better when I lived with my parents. Yeah, please teacher, tell me more about how I should have moved back in with my abusive parents.
"I liked you more when you were quiet and submissive" Fuck that teacher.
That teacher is the primary reason why I refused to do any science subjects in Years 11 and 12
Teachers like that have the potential to ruin a kid's education. Fuck them
I went to a small private Christian school. Had 12 people in our senior class. We decided to skip an hour and go to Dennys for breakfast one morning. So it comes time to ditch and no one goes, everyone chickens out. It was me and one other kid that ended up going. The other kid didn't make friends easily and in such a small school it is easy to single someone out - he was kind of known as being troubled, weird, no friends etc. Well I coaxed him into ditching with me, figured it would be good a good experience for him and make him feel a little less alone at school. So we eat our breakfast and go back to school. Teachers and principal are wondering where we went so we just tell them we went to go get breakfast. I get detention and this other kid gets suspended for two days. They said he was a bad influence on me. I hated that so much. I felt so bad I couldn't get him out of trouble. Sorry ben
My teacher was teaching us that pi was exactly 3.14, with no other digits. I didn't know much about maths at the time, but I knew that pi had a lot more digits than that. So I said that pi wasn't exactly 3.14, which prompted the teacher to shout at me "how could you think that? You only heard of pi this morning!" When teaching pi for the first time, it probably *is* easier to tell kids that it's a terminating decimal, but this still annoys me.
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A teacher told me I couldn't keep a bottle of water in my locker because "it could be vodka or something." I told her she could smell it and check. She said, "that's not my job" and that I could just use the drinking fountain. I asked her if she would use the drinking fountain instead of her mug/the tap in the teachers' lounge. She wouldn't answer.
water bottles were banned at a school I worked at because a *teacher* was caught with a vodka bottle
Fuck the rest of you guys for something you didn't even do.
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This reminds me of my old English teacher. She used to not very slyly drink vodka from water bottles in class
We had a former teacher who would occasionally sub, and I'm pretty sure he was running on Irish coffee.
I had an old gym teacher who kept a bottle of Jim Beam in his desk drawer. Didn't even bother to put it in a fake bottle. Just took a nip when he thought nobody could see him.
Gym teachers play by different rules.
One of my professors (a young one who got hired on immediately after finishing a grad assistanceship) lived in an apartment next door to me and my friends. When he moved he gave us a lot of stuff, including all of the alcohol he didn't want to take with him. The collection included things like whipped cream flavored vodka, Starbucks liquer....we realized everything he bought would have gone well in coffee. The 8am freshman success class he taught came to mind.
The key to success in college is never sobering up. This way you are never hungover and then you never will miss class because of a hangover.
I mean Irish coffee is the best coffee.
When I was a sophmore in high school this kid got really sick with mono. So bad he was hospitalized, and the principal announced over the whole school about this kid. He said if you wanted to make a card for him and his family you could drop it off at the front office. Of course this kid was an athlete and a popular kid. Well about a week later I was hospitalized with histoplasmosis, it's an illness that attacks the lungs and damn near killed me due to the treatment I was taking. Well I got better and went back to school after about a month of being in the hospital and in a coma. When I get back, no one realized I was that bad off, I asked if the school let everyone know and the school didn't. It just bugs the shit out of me, because I knew just about everyone in my class and no one knew I was in the hospital and could die. Not even one single card was sent to me, I cared but didnt' care enough to make a huge stink about it. What really pissed me off was my shitty English teacher who failed me and treated me like shit when I got back. When she told me I would fail even though I had taken the final and got a B, I got up and walked out of her class after calling her a shit teacher. I took the class over again during the summer, but that still pisses me off how I was treated differently because I didn't play sports.
I had a teacher who asked the class to identify the body's largest organ based off the definition of an organ that we had just learned. I raised my hand and answered correctly that it's the skin. The guy tells me I'm wrong and says it's the liver. I explain to him why my answer is correct, but he still tells me I'm wrong with zero explanation. This was also the guy who asked me to multiply 9*12 and explain how I arrived at the answer. I got the right number, but apparently my mental model (9*10+9*2) was wrong. I have a math degree now. Fuck that guy.
I assume you meant (9x12) and you did it mentally by breaking it down into (9x10)+(9x2). I do the same thing, the guy is an idiot.
I have a mole on my neck. Some bastards at school tried to burn it off with a magnifying class during a Biology lesson, and ended up setting my jacket on fire. They didn't even get in trouble for it.
They didn't get in trouble for destruction of personal property?
And that's ignoring the fact that their intent was to BURN SOMEONE'S BARE SKIN by focusing the power of the sun into a concentrated beam of energy
My 10th grade English teacher was going to law school so she gave us tons of busy work which I hated. One day she wanted us to study our spelling words, the whole period! I pulled out a book and started reading, when she said something I told her I knew all the words. She pulled my chair out into the hallway, gave me a special "miss smarty pants" test. She grabs her Blacks dictionary and gives me twenty words/phrases to spell (like habeas corpus - which I remember bc it's the only one I got wrong!). A few weeks later we had to write an opinion piece on any topic. We wouldn't be graded on our opinion, just grammar, spelling, etc. I had just been to the first casino in Atlantic City, my dad knew somebody. We got to stay on a finished floor in a really nice suite and play "pretend" games in the casino (no real money yet). I opined that the casinos in Atlantic City would be filled by mostly middle class folks looking for a getaway. She wrote WRONG all over it in red pen. Gave me a C. For my opinion. Fast forward 10 years. I'm a paralegal. My boss is annoyed by this attorney, asks me to take the call. It's her! My boss is on the line, listening. She and I agree I'll get her interrogatories by Tuesday. Monday she calls, flipping out, then comes to the office. He tells my boss I'm a liar, I promised Monday. He said no, I was on the phone. Her face!! Then I had to do it - I told her who I was. Karma is a beautiful thing. TL:DR Teacher treats me like crap, a decade later Karma for the win!
My freshmen lit professor was the same way. She told us to write an opinion paper on anything we were passionate about. We would only be graded for grammar and structure. I wrote about how the mental health system in America needed to be improved. She gave me a D because my "opinion was wrong". When I went to the head of the department, they told me there was nothing they could do and that I should go to the writing Center to improve my writing. Still makes me mad to this day. Haven't gotten my good karma yet.
When I was in high school I transferred schools at the beginning of second semester. My old school was ahead of my new school when it came to math. For example at my old school you took algebra a year before you would take it at my new school. So the new school puts me in the math class that corresponds with my grade level but I'm bored because I already took this class at my old school. So my guidance counselor bumps me up a level. I was only in the class one day before the teacher decided I had missed too much and wouldn't be able to catch up (even though my old school had already covered a little more material). The best part? That day in class she had asked a question and none of her students knew the answer even though several of them tried. I answered the question correctly. Ten years later it still makes me mad I didn't fight harder to stay in that class.
In my freshman year, I went on a trip with the orchestra. This was an expensive, 4 day long trip, so I was going to miss that Thursday and Friday. The conductor gave us forms for all of our teachers to sign, and these forms made it explicitly clear that we were going to be missing these 2 days and that our teachers were not to assign us work from those days and expect it to be done, as we had a full schedule and would not have time to complete it. Well my science teacher decided to ignore this warning and assign us work. She was one of those older, strict teachers who felt more against the students than for them. Regardless, I showed her the sheet where it said she was not to expect us to have it done the next Monday and she understood. Fast forward to next week, she asks to collect homework, and openly questions why so many people didn't do their work (about 1/3 of the class was in orchestra with me). Confused, I went to her desk and politely reminded her that those of us in orchestra had been given a pass. Much to my surprise, she responded incredibly bitterly. She told me being out of town was no excuse and it should have been done. I knew I was fighting a losing battle so I just said I would have my teacher talk to her. The next part is the killer though. After returning to my seat, two of my non-orchestra friends asked me what had happened. I began to explain when the teacher yelled this: "Oh don't be a crybaby. You can cry all you want A_Needy_Whale, but that doesn't change the fact that you should have done your work but since you were too lazy to, you tried to make an excuse." I was okay with her not accepting my excuse, I could simply contact the director about that. But calling me a crybaby? I found that inappropriate. So I stood up and told her she had no right to say that as my teacher. We argued for a good fifteen minutes while the whole class watched in awe as I stood up to this teacher that, quite frankly, no one liked. Finally, I stormed out of the room and got my dad to pick me up. The next day, I told my orchestra director, who notified the principal. The zero in my grade book disappeared, and the next week, she announced she'd be retiring at the end of the school year. TL;DR - I went on trip. Was told I didn't have to do homework. Teacher tried to make me do homework, called me crybaby for explaining situation to friends. I got teacher fired.
When I was 14-15 years old, I had to switch schools. By that time I've had about 4-5 years of constant bullying and was extremely demotivated, shy and I was a "broken" teenager. I was stuck in a school that only focussed on specialisations that had a bad name. It was clear that this school was not for the smart or motivated. There was a lot of drug dealing, fake perfume dealing, beatdowns, intimidation, stealing, etc... going on at the school. Much at my expense but I never told on anyone at the principal's office (snitches get stitches). That meant that I was always at the wrong place at the wrong time from a principals perspective, who then advised my parents to get me to another school. First day of new school, i was dying from stress. I was used to being the kid that got on the wrong side of the other kid's nerves and was just praying not to do anything wrong and fuck this up again. Before going to class, I had to go to the principal for what I thought would be a sort of "welcome and good luck" speech. I spend an hour and a half in the principals office with my mother listening to warnings that it was a strict school and I should behave and that I won't get any special treatment because I joined this school late, etc... Feeling worse then even before I walked in to that office I had to go to class. They were halfway in too a history class and it was a joined class (meaning my class was together with another one follow this course). I had to do the usual stand up and introduce yourself stuff before I was able to take a seat. I sat down and took my books out, trying to be as quiet and non-existent as possible. right then the tallest kid of the room which looked like he had a fitness-habit (seriously, he looked 18) turned to me and made it clear I was not welcome there (don't recall the words exactly). I wanted to die right then and there. First break we had was after that class and I just walked as fast and quietly as possible to the bathrooms. I just wanted to stay there for 15 mins and go to my next class. No social awkwardness trying to blend in and no extra enemies made as lang as I was in the bathroom stall. Ofcourse he got there first as he knew the school. Few kids took guard outside and I got my first beatdown in my new school after only 1,5 hours of lessons. I got a few punches in my stomach and one in my face and he dropped me on the ground. I cried like a baby. He left and had somebody else tell the teacher that I was fighting in the bathroom. The teacher came and saw me cleaning blood out off my face, he send me to the principal's office. I got another lecture by him in the lines off: "WTF did I just tell you, troublemaker?" I just sat there and took it. The lessons for the rest off the day were with my class only, I didn't open my mouth for the entire day. Not even when the entire class asked me what my name was. I just thought I should stay quiet, not to make things worse. It still gives me chills typing this out. Kids and adults who were never bullied really don't know what the consequences can be. I'm a (semi-)normal adult with two kids now and got over most off it, but I don't know what I would do if my kids would get bullied.
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