Stupid teachers.
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I think the worst I had was my Humanities teacher my 12th grade year. She had tenure(which I'm not sure if it's just an American thing or a teacher in general thing but it's basically after so many years of teaching that unless said teacher is caught in a sex scandal with a student or commits murder or some other "really bad crime" they basically can't be fired and have to leave voluntarily)and my mum was told that because of it the school couldn't do anything. But basically she told all the parents that she wasn't there to teach her students because they were old enough to not have to be taught(seriously? then what the hell was your job?). Kicked me out of class for half the class and made me sit in the hallway for "not doing my homework" because I had questions pertaining to the reading material(we were reading catch 22. Not a book for high school students if you're not willing to help your students understand it. Hell I own the book and have read it 5 times since and still don't understand the fucking book)and unlike usual where she would go over the chapter THEN give us a test to see if we understood our reading material she gave us the test first and since I had a full 2 pages of regular college-ruled notebook paper both sheets front and back with questions on one chapter from the book AND had gone to my neighbour who graduated with a 4.0 gpa and neither him nor his family could help me understand it, I wrote "I did not understand the chapter and since you didn't answer questions prior to this test i cannot answer this question" I apparently didn't read the chapter. I was like *****, I spent 5 hours on this one chapter analysing it and trying to understand it, don't tell me that I didn't do my homework. And the coupé de grace was when I got my test back she wrote on it "I go over all the chapters at the beginning of the class to help you understand it". My mum raised hell over that. Not to mention she put me in between two boys who liked to talk constantly and I'd be constantly taking notes on what she was telling us for assignments and I wouldn't be talking but I would get in trouble for them talking.And she would only help students with an "A" or a "B" in her class. But a "C" or lower didn't deserve help. And I had a "C" for most of the class. Though I barely passed the last half of her class with a "D". And therefore barely graduated because my guidance counsellor couldn't use her brains and switch one of my friends and I's classes. Even though we were both willing to switch and had English at the SAME time so it would just be changing students. She wanted Humanities and I wanted British Literature. I would have done so much better. Her and I wound up practically doing each other's homework because I understood her coursework better than mine and vice versa. Stupid school.
I had a teacher that was kind of like that, although she didn't give lower grades to white kids (well I wouldn't really know, I was kind of a poor student and was one of the 3 other white kids in the school). It was 6th grade and she would single out me and the one asian girl because we weren't black. She would criticize me because I wasn't a minority and how my ancestors enslaved all the other kids' ancestors. Mrs. Burden was a burden.kortin said:
this is brilliant. Reminds me of a teacher I had last year whom many hated because he never did anything for us. Best teacher I've ever had and all he did was tell us "go do this project" he forced us to figure out how to do it. It made me teach myself how to code in HTML and CSS, I taught myself practically the entire Adobe suite! Although he was kind of a dick, he liked me and was less dickish to me.Dastardly said:
Thats what I told my mom!aba1 said:Mavinchious Maximus said:My mom thinks Native Americans come from France so I think homeschooling is out of the question.Berithil said:Wow, some...... Interesting stories.
I've got none, probably due to the fact I was homeschooled*.....:/
*[sub]and before anyone says anything, yes, I got along just fine with my mom[/sub]
But they are called Native American's. I mean it is literally in the name they are native to America I mean how can you mess that up?
The only case that springs to mind is when we had a substitute for Music for the hour we usually practice in (No big band stuff or anything, we just practice songs in groups and perform them for a grade), and she handed us a worksheet that seemed to have been made for kindergarteners. 10 minutes later, everyone's finished and being bored, so I ask the logical question: "Ma'am, since we usually do that during this hour and we've all finished tee worksheet, could we go practice?"
"No! Go make your homework!"
This was literally the last hour before a 3 week vacation. We had no homework. She refused to believe us.
And that's how we all spent an hour staring at a wall while in a sound-proofed room filled with musical equipment.
"No! Go make your homework!"
This was literally the last hour before a 3 week vacation. We had no homework. She refused to believe us.
And that's how we all spent an hour staring at a wall while in a sound-proofed room filled with musical equipment.
my german teacher was a bitter old woman who was allergic to pretty much everything (she couldn't eat 99% or normal food and had to prepare everything herself) and who was bitter and vented her anger on the students. and she also insisted there is EXACTLY ONE pose people sit in when pondering.
I had a biology teacher who thought bacteria are part of the plant kingdom. How the hell does that happen?
Also a fun one, something that can happen to anyone, but during a dropping (our class went to Survival Camp!) we had a large group, led by two teachers. Their GPS did not work for some reason, and they started leading us to what some believed to be the wrong direction. A small group splintered off the main group, me among them, and we got back to the camp a full two hours before the main group (with both teachers) did.
Not retarded, but pretty funny.
Also a fun one, something that can happen to anyone, but during a dropping (our class went to Survival Camp!) we had a large group, led by two teachers. Their GPS did not work for some reason, and they started leading us to what some believed to be the wrong direction. A small group splintered off the main group, me among them, and we got back to the camp a full two hours before the main group (with both teachers) did.
Not retarded, but pretty funny.
Most of my teachers are pretty good, but there were a few that were awful.
My tenth grade chemistry class was a consisted of a teacher that couldn't teach teaching out of a book that there was nothing to learn from. A vast majority of the class consisted of learning stuff that we had already learned the year before, or stuff that we had known since sixth grade. It was a quarter of the way through the school year before we learned about moles, aka one of the most basic things of chemistry. And this was the supposedly advanced class. When the advanced class moves more slowly than the regular class, you know there's a problem.
Thankfully, taking that allowed me to take AP Biology, which had one of the best teachers I have ever had.
Another example is my AP US History teacher in 11th grade. We didn't even get past World War II. When it got to the AP test, he was wondering why he wasn't able to get through all the stuff. I wonder, maybe if you hadn't spent three weeks watching movies and videos that had no educational value, we would have gotten through everything.
Also, the big essay on the AP test happened to be on a subject we hadn't gotten to. Thanks a lot, Mr B.
There's also the story of my German teacher grading my assignment, and then forgetting to enter the grade into the computer, almost causing me to get a B instead of an A. Thankfully, I was able to sort it out. Aside from that, she was an awesome teacher, just has some problems entering grades in.
That reminds me of a substitute we had for German who was a massive *****. The group I was working with had finished all of our work, so we were chatting. She told us to be quiet and work on something, to which we responded that we had nothing to work on. So she told us to write a story (in German), so we decided to write it about her, and how much of a ***** she was. Then, at the end of class, she took it from us to give to the normal teacher (the substitute didn't know any German). The regular teacher found it very amusing.
My tenth grade chemistry class was a consisted of a teacher that couldn't teach teaching out of a book that there was nothing to learn from. A vast majority of the class consisted of learning stuff that we had already learned the year before, or stuff that we had known since sixth grade. It was a quarter of the way through the school year before we learned about moles, aka one of the most basic things of chemistry. And this was the supposedly advanced class. When the advanced class moves more slowly than the regular class, you know there's a problem.
Thankfully, taking that allowed me to take AP Biology, which had one of the best teachers I have ever had.
Another example is my AP US History teacher in 11th grade. We didn't even get past World War II. When it got to the AP test, he was wondering why he wasn't able to get through all the stuff. I wonder, maybe if you hadn't spent three weeks watching movies and videos that had no educational value, we would have gotten through everything.
Also, the big essay on the AP test happened to be on a subject we hadn't gotten to. Thanks a lot, Mr B.
There's also the story of my German teacher grading my assignment, and then forgetting to enter the grade into the computer, almost causing me to get a B instead of an A. Thankfully, I was able to sort it out. Aside from that, she was an awesome teacher, just has some problems entering grades in.
That reminds me of a substitute we had for German who was a massive *****. The group I was working with had finished all of our work, so we were chatting. She told us to be quiet and work on something, to which we responded that we had nothing to work on. So she told us to write a story (in German), so we decided to write it about her, and how much of a ***** she was. Then, at the end of class, she took it from us to give to the normal teacher (the substitute didn't know any German). The regular teacher found it very amusing.
Prepare yourselves.
In one of my Biology lessons (AS year 12 level), a student asked if an "Ami-oba" (he meant Amoeba) could be used as an example of a bacteria (when we all knew that amoeba was a protoctista not bacteria), and my Biology teacher just replies
"Yes Yes "Ami-oba" is alright as long as you write it with a capital letter" (the rule is write the names with a capital letter).
Bloody hell...
EDIT: OH and my old Geography teacher. He never gets anything done in lessons (unless he is being observed by other teachers), students just talk all the time. Apparently he has had 3 straight lessons where has left his zipper un-done and every double period we have, he goes to the toilet to take a dump for like 15 minutes.
In one of my Biology lessons (AS year 12 level), a student asked if an "Ami-oba" (he meant Amoeba) could be used as an example of a bacteria (when we all knew that amoeba was a protoctista not bacteria), and my Biology teacher just replies
"Yes Yes "Ami-oba" is alright as long as you write it with a capital letter" (the rule is write the names with a capital letter).
Bloody hell...
EDIT: OH and my old Geography teacher. He never gets anything done in lessons (unless he is being observed by other teachers), students just talk all the time. Apparently he has had 3 straight lessons where has left his zipper un-done and every double period we have, he goes to the toilet to take a dump for like 15 minutes.
I had a teacher who told us that the Falklands was the first major war fought by the UK since WW2. He wasn't happy when I asked him about that fracas in Korea that nobody seems to remember.Shock and Awe said:
Not to mention various incursion into Aden, Suez and various other exotic places...
Oh where to begin!
1. A PE teacher: In Britain PE/sport is mandatory up until the age of 16. In my school this was handled by actually teaching the people who were studying sports for a GCSE and getting the rest to just play games of sport which in my opinion was fair enough. On top of this everyone was arranged into ability sets. I was in bottom set (I have a condition that affects hand-eye coordination) but still liked playing sport so I liked this arrangement.
Then there was a certain teacher. This teacher believed that the best way to enthuse the seriously unfit and those who could not give a shit about exercise was "Health Related Fitness". HRF consisted of a couple of basic sports science lessons (how certain foods effect health, energy release etc.) and then lots of running around in big circles... literally. Now I had a friend in this set who didn't like this and was a bit disruptive. Standard practice for a punishment in a PE lesson was run a lap of the field. The teacher gave this punishment to him... in a lesson where running laps of the field was the task, I pointed this out and I too had to run laps of the field! He was too stupid to realize it's not a punishment if that's what we were doing anyway
2. A Spanish Teacher: Going into GCSE we had to choose one language between Spanish and French. I chose Spanish and this teacher who was head of languages called me into his office to try and convince me that with my grades so far I'd be better off doing French as I was on a 'D' in Spanish and an 'A' in French - I still did Spanish. Fast forward to the end of GCSE and I come out with an 'A' in Spanish. He then gave the 'improvement award' to someone who went into GCSE on an E and came out with a D. as E to D is of course a better improvement from D (supposedly) to A. confirmed my suspicion that I was never on D at the beginning he just didn't want me to take Spanish
Also this teacher hated and punished all the people that were good at his subject and praised and was nice to all the ones who were not who also misbehaved the most.
3. A Design and Technology Teacher: could go on for hours about this bloke. He was controlling (he would never let you do your own ideas), Paranoid (He constantly thought people were taking pictures of him and apparently he went to his union about students in his A level course as he was sure they were all using webcams on the laptops they used to secretly film him - I wouldn't put it past him to sit at home with a Tin foil hat) and had favorites - If he didn't like you you got a bad mark regardless.
Not only this he was capable of some extreme bullshit stories. some of my favorites:
He once saw a man go through a jet engine
He once saw a woman scalped by a bottling machine
He helped invent the internet
He was the first person in Britain to have an Xbox
He had designed logos for international corporations
He had been a professional footballer
When working at a university Gypsies had stolen gold wiring out of all of the computers there
He had rung apple up and got them to install a personal tracker into his iPod
He made the world's first robot (which was in pieces on a shelf at my school)
He knew of a secret slave trade in London
He once disarmed a bomb
He was personal friends with the CEO of Cisco systems
and my personal favorite: a tall man and a midget from a circus once cost him a job in factory by ingeniously stealing metal shavings - apparently the tall bloke would lift the midget up and put him through a high window in the room that the shavings were stored in.
1. A PE teacher: In Britain PE/sport is mandatory up until the age of 16. In my school this was handled by actually teaching the people who were studying sports for a GCSE and getting the rest to just play games of sport which in my opinion was fair enough. On top of this everyone was arranged into ability sets. I was in bottom set (I have a condition that affects hand-eye coordination) but still liked playing sport so I liked this arrangement.
Then there was a certain teacher. This teacher believed that the best way to enthuse the seriously unfit and those who could not give a shit about exercise was "Health Related Fitness". HRF consisted of a couple of basic sports science lessons (how certain foods effect health, energy release etc.) and then lots of running around in big circles... literally. Now I had a friend in this set who didn't like this and was a bit disruptive. Standard practice for a punishment in a PE lesson was run a lap of the field. The teacher gave this punishment to him... in a lesson where running laps of the field was the task, I pointed this out and I too had to run laps of the field! He was too stupid to realize it's not a punishment if that's what we were doing anyway
2. A Spanish Teacher: Going into GCSE we had to choose one language between Spanish and French. I chose Spanish and this teacher who was head of languages called me into his office to try and convince me that with my grades so far I'd be better off doing French as I was on a 'D' in Spanish and an 'A' in French - I still did Spanish. Fast forward to the end of GCSE and I come out with an 'A' in Spanish. He then gave the 'improvement award' to someone who went into GCSE on an E and came out with a D. as E to D is of course a better improvement from D (supposedly) to A. confirmed my suspicion that I was never on D at the beginning he just didn't want me to take Spanish
Also this teacher hated and punished all the people that were good at his subject and praised and was nice to all the ones who were not who also misbehaved the most.
3. A Design and Technology Teacher: could go on for hours about this bloke. He was controlling (he would never let you do your own ideas), Paranoid (He constantly thought people were taking pictures of him and apparently he went to his union about students in his A level course as he was sure they were all using webcams on the laptops they used to secretly film him - I wouldn't put it past him to sit at home with a Tin foil hat) and had favorites - If he didn't like you you got a bad mark regardless.
Not only this he was capable of some extreme bullshit stories. some of my favorites:
He once saw a man go through a jet engine
He once saw a woman scalped by a bottling machine
He helped invent the internet
He was the first person in Britain to have an Xbox
He had designed logos for international corporations
He had been a professional footballer
When working at a university Gypsies had stolen gold wiring out of all of the computers there
He had rung apple up and got them to install a personal tracker into his iPod
He made the world's first robot (which was in pieces on a shelf at my school)
He knew of a secret slave trade in London
He once disarmed a bomb
He was personal friends with the CEO of Cisco systems
and my personal favorite: a tall man and a midget from a circus once cost him a job in factory by ingeniously stealing metal shavings - apparently the tall bloke would lift the midget up and put him through a high window in the room that the shavings were stored in.
Year 7 Resistant Materials teacher - While he was a hilarious teacher, he wasn't very good at a very important aspect of being a teacher - Teaching. All he really did all day was mess about, watching YouTube videos or sending texts on his phone for the entire lesson once he had explained what we needed to do, god forbid that he would have to get up and help you if you were stuck. So if you asked him something, he would just say "do it yourself" or "ask another student". At one point I had lost my motor for a project that I had been working on, and because he didn't want to get up and help me, I just sat at my work station for 2 hours doing nothing until the project had finished.
Year 8 resistant materials "teacher" - The problem that we had in year 8 was that the year 7 teacher that i had, had promptly left before our course began, so we were stuck with a non qualified teacher (who was a food tech teacher), so we couldn't use any of the machinery, so we were stuck in RM, doing worksheets for the entire course, before 1 week towards the end, they temporarily hired a teacher to help us. damn school.
Year 10 chemistry teacher - I hate this teacher, I really, really do, like my year 7 RM teacher, he cant teach, he just cant, no matter how much he tries he cannot control the class or get his point across to anyone. Now this was a problem since we had our first chemistry GCSE exams coming up within the next few weeks. And we had learned NOTHING, zilch, nada. So we were all well and truly screwed. He wouldn't even let me take a science book home to revise from. Once the exams were over, what better thing could he do than go over the whole of the 3 courses AGAIN within 3 weeks, and "teach" us it like we've never done it before. He needs to burn.
Year 8 resistant materials "teacher" - The problem that we had in year 8 was that the year 7 teacher that i had, had promptly left before our course began, so we were stuck with a non qualified teacher (who was a food tech teacher), so we couldn't use any of the machinery, so we were stuck in RM, doing worksheets for the entire course, before 1 week towards the end, they temporarily hired a teacher to help us. damn school.
Year 10 chemistry teacher - I hate this teacher, I really, really do, like my year 7 RM teacher, he cant teach, he just cant, no matter how much he tries he cannot control the class or get his point across to anyone. Now this was a problem since we had our first chemistry GCSE exams coming up within the next few weeks. And we had learned NOTHING, zilch, nada. So we were all well and truly screwed. He wouldn't even let me take a science book home to revise from. Once the exams were over, what better thing could he do than go over the whole of the 3 courses AGAIN within 3 weeks, and "teach" us it like we've never done it before. He needs to burn.
Here you go.Gone Rampant said:
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In grade school it seemed like half of my teachers had just transfered from teaching kindergarden. Which was fine in 1st or 3rd grade but once you get up to 6th it gets kind of annoying.
One of my teachers early in my education would boost my grade because I was "just the sweetest little kid in the class". Despite how that sounds, nothing bad happened, I was just nice to everyone. While that was not exactly bad for me at the time, it meant that I suffered when I finally got put into a class where sweetness didn't mean shit.
In 5th grade we had a lunch monitor who would punish the entire lunch period for the actions of a single person, he would send an entire lunch table (12-24 students) to the office if one of them misbehaved and constantly kept us from going out for recess. The office must have thought we were all trouble makers because they made us sit in alphabetical order, and of course the kid right next to me was a huge freaking troll. Didn't care what happened to him, just loved making everyone else miserable. Eventually the office kind of got a clue and took the monitor off of duty and replaced him with the mother of one of my friends, who was tolerable at least.
7th grade I had a reading/english teacher who didn't believe I had read the required reading (2 chapters ~24 pages) so she quizzed me. I passed with flying colors. Then she told me to read it again. Which I did, with 20 minutes of class still left. At that point did she let me take out my personal reading book (we had to bring a book to class and read it when there was nothing else to do, everyone else had skinny little things while I had a doorstopper of a book.)? NO! She handed me an assignment to do that it turns out nobody else got.
The final project for that class was to write a book. Mind you we had been reading and writing persuasive papers not going over the different styles of writing or anything. The only reason I passed that, if my drafts were anything to go by, is that the company that bound the finished book lost our shipment and we got them back after the class ended, everyone got A's on it.
In that same grade I had a math teacher who would teach the lesson and then walk around and criticize those who didn't get the concept. When we asked for help she would just teach us the lesson again. Not look at where you were having a problem and help you through it. So there was another damn low grade.
In high school I had a study lab where the teacher would bring in math assignments for people with no homework. If you brought a book you had to prove that it was for a class. We were forced to be completely quiet, god forbid your pencil made too much noise. You were not allowed to bring any form of drink in there and even though my next class was in the exact same room I was forced to leave until she left. The next 7 semesters of high school I filled my schedule to keep my from having a study hall. Of course that meant the last semester I ended up with a lot of free space and ended up with 2 every day plus a lunch period luckely she had transfered out of the school.
My college is full of wonderful teachers who are awesome in many ways. So nothing there.
One of my teachers early in my education would boost my grade because I was "just the sweetest little kid in the class". Despite how that sounds, nothing bad happened, I was just nice to everyone. While that was not exactly bad for me at the time, it meant that I suffered when I finally got put into a class where sweetness didn't mean shit.
In 5th grade we had a lunch monitor who would punish the entire lunch period for the actions of a single person, he would send an entire lunch table (12-24 students) to the office if one of them misbehaved and constantly kept us from going out for recess. The office must have thought we were all trouble makers because they made us sit in alphabetical order, and of course the kid right next to me was a huge freaking troll. Didn't care what happened to him, just loved making everyone else miserable. Eventually the office kind of got a clue and took the monitor off of duty and replaced him with the mother of one of my friends, who was tolerable at least.
7th grade I had a reading/english teacher who didn't believe I had read the required reading (2 chapters ~24 pages) so she quizzed me. I passed with flying colors. Then she told me to read it again. Which I did, with 20 minutes of class still left. At that point did she let me take out my personal reading book (we had to bring a book to class and read it when there was nothing else to do, everyone else had skinny little things while I had a doorstopper of a book.)? NO! She handed me an assignment to do that it turns out nobody else got.
The final project for that class was to write a book. Mind you we had been reading and writing persuasive papers not going over the different styles of writing or anything. The only reason I passed that, if my drafts were anything to go by, is that the company that bound the finished book lost our shipment and we got them back after the class ended, everyone got A's on it.
In that same grade I had a math teacher who would teach the lesson and then walk around and criticize those who didn't get the concept. When we asked for help she would just teach us the lesson again. Not look at where you were having a problem and help you through it. So there was another damn low grade.
In high school I had a study lab where the teacher would bring in math assignments for people with no homework. If you brought a book you had to prove that it was for a class. We were forced to be completely quiet, god forbid your pencil made too much noise. You were not allowed to bring any form of drink in there and even though my next class was in the exact same room I was forced to leave until she left. The next 7 semesters of high school I filled my schedule to keep my from having a study hall. Of course that meant the last semester I ended up with a lot of free space and ended up with 2 every day plus a lunch period luckely she had transfered out of the school.
My college is full of wonderful teachers who are awesome in many ways. So nothing there.
Nope. I went to a Christian school, no less, but all of the teachers were awesome.
Except for one sub...
...who somehow ended up teaching us English for a day...
...and tried to convince a bunch of intelligent teenagers, born and raised Christians, five or six of which were theologically minded...
...that there was no God.
I've never seen an entire class laugh so hard in unison before as when she tried to pull the "You're religious, thus you must be creationist and thus wrong about absolutely everything" card.
Except for one sub...
...who somehow ended up teaching us English for a day...
...and tried to convince a bunch of intelligent teenagers, born and raised Christians, five or six of which were theologically minded...
...that there was no God.
I've never seen an entire class laugh so hard in unison before as when she tried to pull the "You're religious, thus you must be creationist and thus wrong about absolutely everything" card.
My form teacher in college (UK college) was also a drama teacher, went to Oxbridge, had several degrees etc. But could he work a computer? Not in the slightest. Literally two weeks after being moved into his form (long story), as I was the only person studying "computers", I was tech-support. How do you create a new folder? How does drag-and-drop work? Cut and paste? Copy and paste? I kid you not. One time, when he was in one of his moods (we never figured it out either), he comes in, sits down and loads up BBC iPlayer (which was rather impressive for him at this point). No sound comes out. So I try asking if the speakers are plugged in and turned on; his response? "Stop being condescending" When I do go and fix it for him, the volume was muted -- not technically off, but close enough. The mind truly boggles.
Had this ***** of a homeroom teacher back in high school. First off, we had homeroom in the gym. The homeroom on the other side were allowed to take out the balls and play every day. Us, nope, only on Fridays IF we brought our agenda and wrote in our marks all week.
Secondly, she was always, always talking to some of the girls and ignoring the rest of us. One time, these younger students were throwing a dodgeball at my head while I was reading. She didn't see a thing. It escalated until I lost my temper and took a few swings at a guy who was defending the lil bastards after being hit in the back of the head. She sends us to the principal. The guy I threw a swing realized why I was mad, and we both told him the teacher never pays attention.
Then there was this time when we had a house game of octopus dodgeball. I had been sitting for a while until I got the ball. Then the ***** told me to sit back down because she thought someone rolled it towards me. It really doesn't help I don't take refs making bad calls well, I had another teacher talk to me about it.
This other time, one of the guys took a shot as he was leaving. It bounced off the rim and hit her in the head. I was the only witness and told everyone it was an accident (and I didn't even like the guy. I was being honest.) She goes to the hospital and he got suspended.
Next, after report cards are sent, we have an extended homeroom, where we meet with the teacher and discuss our goals. This lasts for over an hour. We were not allowed to bring walkmans or gameboys to this. This got really bad after the next point.
Then, she moves us into one of the adult education classrooms, saying we were complaining it was too cold in the gym (really, she probably wanted us to stop complaining about the balls). We are not allowed to touch the computers. There was only a mouth left in school at the time, so we endured it. Besides, the chairs were comfy. Then, at the start of the new year, we were told to move our homeroom elsewhere. So, instead of returning to the gym, she makes us go to this little shack where they teach the kids with learning disabilities. IT WAS FREEZING IN THERE. The heater never worked. And it was filled with grade-school books. It felt like I was sent back to kindergarten.
Even in this smaller room, she couldn't pay attention to others. Those same two bastards who hit me in the head liked to hide my books. The one time I do it in retaliation, I get in trouble because "I am supposed to set an example". Bullshit. No one looked up to me. One teacher (whom I didn't even have) once told some younger students who were pestering me in the halls "This guy takes a bunch of crap. If he turns around and clobbers you, I won't do a thing."(I am built like a football player, but never used my size to intimidate)
Back to my homeroom teacher, she once told a story where she asked a student who her favorite teacher was, and was miffed that it wasn't her. I have the utmost respect for that student.
Secondly, she was always, always talking to some of the girls and ignoring the rest of us. One time, these younger students were throwing a dodgeball at my head while I was reading. She didn't see a thing. It escalated until I lost my temper and took a few swings at a guy who was defending the lil bastards after being hit in the back of the head. She sends us to the principal. The guy I threw a swing realized why I was mad, and we both told him the teacher never pays attention.
Then there was this time when we had a house game of octopus dodgeball. I had been sitting for a while until I got the ball. Then the ***** told me to sit back down because she thought someone rolled it towards me. It really doesn't help I don't take refs making bad calls well, I had another teacher talk to me about it.
This other time, one of the guys took a shot as he was leaving. It bounced off the rim and hit her in the head. I was the only witness and told everyone it was an accident (and I didn't even like the guy. I was being honest.) She goes to the hospital and he got suspended.
Next, after report cards are sent, we have an extended homeroom, where we meet with the teacher and discuss our goals. This lasts for over an hour. We were not allowed to bring walkmans or gameboys to this. This got really bad after the next point.
Then, she moves us into one of the adult education classrooms, saying we were complaining it was too cold in the gym (really, she probably wanted us to stop complaining about the balls). We are not allowed to touch the computers. There was only a mouth left in school at the time, so we endured it. Besides, the chairs were comfy. Then, at the start of the new year, we were told to move our homeroom elsewhere. So, instead of returning to the gym, she makes us go to this little shack where they teach the kids with learning disabilities. IT WAS FREEZING IN THERE. The heater never worked. And it was filled with grade-school books. It felt like I was sent back to kindergarten.
Even in this smaller room, she couldn't pay attention to others. Those same two bastards who hit me in the head liked to hide my books. The one time I do it in retaliation, I get in trouble because "I am supposed to set an example". Bullshit. No one looked up to me. One teacher (whom I didn't even have) once told some younger students who were pestering me in the halls "This guy takes a bunch of crap. If he turns around and clobbers you, I won't do a thing."(I am built like a football player, but never used my size to intimidate)
Back to my homeroom teacher, she once told a story where she asked a student who her favorite teacher was, and was miffed that it wasn't her. I have the utmost respect for that student.