Teachers hated me to. 5 of them tried to fail me, and only one of them was cool, my Environmental Science teacher. I remember the day I left 9th grade for homeschool. We were getting all my grades from my teachers and my mom noticed that the classes with the lowest scores, had the meanest teachers and the ES teacher had given me a 98 for an all over grade.Bourne said:Pretty much my story as well actually, albeit in my case I had teachers that for the majority treating you like a dog. Thus because I did not obey, the intentionally were failing me no matter what work I was turning in. I even tested the theory once, asking my mother to do my homework, which was considered a failure. I also went with the Internet and they failed that too. So yeah, that essentially proved it there.Julianking93 said:Thats why I'm homeschooled. If I had stayed in regular school, I would have killed myself. Everyday I was beaten up and humiliated in class. I went 2 years without a single friend. Thank whatever deity for homeschool. I soon met friends and have regained my faith in the human race.NekoiHiokans said:And before you ask, I did search...and all I found was a topic back from December. Which didn't relate.
OT: I did lose my remaining faith in humanity very recently. I was debating if I should go on homebound, my school's version of home schooling, cause I was having problems at home and school and was losing my temper and cool quicker than I ever had. When I broached the subject with my counselor, she recommended that I not do it, cause it would only harm my record. Apparently my school has to list why a student goes on homebound, and the reason I was going to list would raise a red flag. So, I stayed in school, but I wish I hadn't. It got out that I wanted to go on homebound and the rumor mole begin.
The rumors went from I was pregnant and my bf wasn't the father to I was a lesbian and my lover had broke up with me in front of the entire junior class at an assembly. I fished my way through the rumors and found out about one that near about killed me. One of the rumors was that my bf was secretly having an affair with my ex. I knew that this rumor wasn't complete bs, cause my ex had been acting jumpy around me lately. So, I went digging a little further. Found out that my bf had been up with my ex and that they had been seen going into a hotel room together...well, I went berserk. Then I had my friend Tyler walk up to me and tell me that he was sorry. My worst fear was that he was going to fess up to starting the rumor, cause Tyler is like a brother to me, come to find out that he was gay and it was HIM that went into the hotel room with my ex.
I lost my faith in humanity that day, cause they turned something innocent into something false and hurtful...I also tracked the rumor back to my cousin's bf...let's just say that they aren't dating anymore.
I ditched after grade nine, rebuilt my entire personality and to this day could not be happier with the decision I made because that school was attempting to drag me down to hell and considering I received a failing overall thus would have had to repeat grade nine had I remained, that there was their final means of trying to humiliate myself.
Have to love Homeschooling not counting any of that school's nonsense and allowing me to begin from ten to twelve, finishing all three before I was sixteen.
On topic, I lost faith in humanity years ago. I sometimes wonder if I ever possessed any to begin with.
When we got the the last class, she was really getting pissed off. The last one was Computer Tech and the teacher was this 6'5 500lb guy who hated me and would lose my work I had turned in. It wasn't just me either, tons of other people complained about that too.
When he started bitching at my mom about how it was [i/]her[/i] fault that my grades were slipping, she cussed him out and we were about to leave when the teacher got up and started shouting that she can't talk to him like that. My mom, being the buff personal trainer that she is, got really mad and decided to do the coolest thing ever.
She punched him out. Right there. One of the hardest punches I've ever seen and he dropped right to the floor. And my moms a short gal. At 5'4 and 130 pounds, she still kicked his ass.