My eighth grade Social Studies "teacher" (she's an embarrassment to both teachers and women her age) would flip shit at me constantly for perceived offenses; like that I was being derogatory or something. She nearly sent me to the principal's office for doing homework for another class after I'd finished all the work, including homework, for her class. But my friend saved me by pointing out that he was starting on doing the same thing, and she liked him because he was a starter on the basketball team.
Also last year during my freshman year of high school my science teacher, who is incompetent would often yell at me for breaking glass beakers or something, even though it was always this other clumsy, kind of ditzy girl. Although, the only time I actually got close to flipping shit in her class was when we were working on a group project to make mousetrap cars, and a person in my three-man group was having trouble completely setting the trap. So, she asked me how to finish setting the trap because I was the first person in my group to do it successfully, and when she handed the mousetrap to me she let go too early and it snapped down on my fingers, very loudly. The teacher assumed I'd been playing around and had snapped my own fingers, and gave me a very smug lecture on safety, even after I, my group, and the group working next to ours collaborated on my story. The ***** singled me out ALL YEAR!
On a funnier note, in the seventh grade I was often asleep at the beginning of first period social studies. One day the teacher, fed up, put all the ingredients for his coffee in my hair, then shook my desk to wake me up.
Joke's on him though: my hair smelled AWESOME the rest of the day!
Also last year during my freshman year of high school my science teacher, who is incompetent would often yell at me for breaking glass beakers or something, even though it was always this other clumsy, kind of ditzy girl. Although, the only time I actually got close to flipping shit in her class was when we were working on a group project to make mousetrap cars, and a person in my three-man group was having trouble completely setting the trap. So, she asked me how to finish setting the trap because I was the first person in my group to do it successfully, and when she handed the mousetrap to me she let go too early and it snapped down on my fingers, very loudly. The teacher assumed I'd been playing around and had snapped my own fingers, and gave me a very smug lecture on safety, even after I, my group, and the group working next to ours collaborated on my story. The ***** singled me out ALL YEAR!
On a funnier note, in the seventh grade I was often asleep at the beginning of first period social studies. One day the teacher, fed up, put all the ingredients for his coffee in my hair, then shook my desk to wake me up.
Joke's on him though: my hair smelled AWESOME the rest of the day!