This teacher attitude I hate.

[Rageaholic]

STD: I admit to having an attitude now, but then? Come on, I was like 11 years old. The teacher flipped his shit over something minor. He had a tendency of doing this so the students were generally intimidated by him. And I really didn't see it as that big of a deal (and still don't). They only gave you five minutes between classes, barely enough time to get stuff from your locker and to class. So if you had to go to the bathroom (ESPECIALLY no 2), you were pretty much screwed (I don't think teachers let you use the bathroom during classes). .

Oh and being late got me written up. If you were written up 3 times, you had an hour of after school suspension. Yeah, another hour in that hell hole...

[Rageaholic]

Whenever anyone complains about a teacher who insists on incorrect information being correct, I always think of my friend's ex-boyfriend. He had a short-lived college career, because he was sooo much smarter than anyone else in the world and especially his professors. He told me how he argued with an astronomy professor, and, after 'proving him wrong' in front of the whole class, walked out in a blaze of glory. Or so he thought. If that had had happened in one of my classes, everyone would have been shaking their heads at his dickishness.

It wouldn't surprise me if some of the teachers talked about here were those students when they were kids.

Thus, when people say they are smarter/more knowledgeable than the teachers who specifically trained to teach these classes, I tend to take it with a grain of salt.

Being smarter or more knowledgeable doesn't mean that you're always right though. There's a big difference between a student being a know it all D bag who thinks he's smarter than everyone else and a student who is genuinely trying to correct a teacher's error. A lot of the stories posted in this thread involve the latter with the teacher not acting so kindly in response to being proven wrong.

[SongsOfDragons]

There's only one teacher who I wish a thousand painful, horrible, lonely deaths on; she was my Year 1 and 2 teacher and she was a fucking cunt who deliberatly held me back on my reading, claiming despite evidence that I 'didn't understand the words'. Headmistress' hands were tied and parents believed her even though they too knew I was the best and fastest reader in my year - to the point the head chose me to do the Year 1 reading in the end of year assemby. Had the cunt - she is one of the few people I reserve that word for - for a second year despite mine and my parents' eventual protests and the emotional abuse continued, and I swear it had an effect on my academics ever since. When I recently asked my parents why they didn't take me out of that school, or press for a class change, they replied 'it just wasn't done back then'. What in 1992?! This isn't the 1950s you dinosaurs.

As for my secondary, being late wasn't so much of a thing once you got to Year 9. School was on two sites at both ends of a long road, and as you got more lessons in Wormestall, the older students' building, they had to allow for time to get up that road. Didn't help that there was a major T-junction on that road which was always busy and dangerous, and despite our continuous pressing for a zebra crossing or anything they made it worse by turning it into a roundabout instead.

Then they delisted both sites - being 1902 and C17 in age - knocked them both down so they could build a FUCKING ECO SCHOOL ON THE FUCKING PLAYING FIELD. This was after I left. My school is dead to me now.

I'm going to be one of 'those' parents... >.<

[SkullKing]

I had a teacher who used to steal my lunch from my lunchbox when we were out of class.

she was eventually caught and fired for it.

[Bloodsoul]

Wasn't that a plot to an episode of 7ᵗʰ Heaven?

[Sarah Valentine]

I had a teacher in 4th grade who didn't like anyone that didn't do things exactly the way she wanted, the 1 time that stands out more than anything else is when we were assigned a book to read to do a written report on. She knew we all had different reading levels so the week after giving the assignment she ordered everyone to read out loud so certain kids (me and 4 others) couldn't read ahead, we would all read at the same pace like we're supposed to. She would call out the kids that she thought were reading ahead by going up to them and looking at what page they were on, or saying stop reading saying a random students name and asking them what page they were on and have them read. She wasn't an absolute asshole like some other examples but she was a bitch.

[gremcint]

Wasn't that a plot to an episode of 7ᵗʰ Heaven?

oh god why do you make me remember that show, that horrible show.

It's not precisely the plot. Lucy forgot her lunch in the class (god I remember her name) and had to go back to get it, now this teacher she'd been having an arguement with over whether or not she needed to learn geometry. The teacher has eaten her lunch before she got back saying she obviously didn't want it. She complains to parent who do nothing, it happens again. On the third day her lunch rose she stops realizes it's faster going through the courtyard than around it due to it being a triangle even taking the time to draw a diagram where she then is able to run back to the room faster that way. The resolution is she learned the true meaning of christmas mathematics and she had forgotten her lunch that day altogether and the teacher ordered pizza for them...


Goddammit how do I remember shit like this years later.

[Rageaholic]

All of that aside, I have to say that, from your regular posts and issues on Fratching, I might venture that your attitude might play a part in why you encounter so many problems, both with school and work.

Gotta respond to this because I think you're reading too much into what people say online. Internet forums such as these provide an outlit to express opinions, opinions that may not be appropriate in other settings. If someone has a problem with their boss, friends, family, or numerous other people, they might be afraid to express such frustrations in a public setting, but online, behind a screenname of anonymity, there are less ramifications to venting in such ways.

[lordlundar]

Goddammit how do I remember shit like this years later.

Bad memories stick around longer?

As for me, I had a few that weren't great, but only a couple that I would classify as bad.

A Junior High gym teacher had it out for me. I got permission to not do the annual 2km run on account of I had asthmatic attacks. Nothing severe normally but over exertion could prompt one. Well, one day he tells me I'm running and if I so much as slow down to a walk he'll flunk me. After barely avoiding an attack that would have killed me, a discussion with my parents and a very pointed call later I was on the omission list again.

Didn't stop him though when he tried to give me detention for "leaving early" which was by his direction at the start of the year where if he didn't dismiss us 10 minutes before the bell went off we could go and change. After not going and informing my parents, the next day he tried to get the principal on my case and have him phone my parents. When my parents set the principal straight, he go reamed out again. I think by that point he finally learned not to try to fight me.

The other teacher was nice enough but I swear barely got her teaching degree. I also had to deal with this second hand as this was another student. She was teaching physics 10 and one of the early lessons was lab test structure, something we were taught since grade 6. For those of you unaware there's three types of testing variables:

Control variables: These are not changed throughout the test and serve to ensure consistent results. Not to be confused with control samples which are used as a baseline. There can be as many as needed for the test.

Manipulative variable: This is a condition that is changed to adjust the results. In a proper lab there is only one to ensure accuracy. An example is changing the fertilizer to determine which is most effective in growing plants.

Resulting variables: These are the outcome of the test and is what the result from the manipulation in the lab.

She was trying to get the class to believe that the control variable was the one that was adjusted. A classmate in another class who had her had to ask me what the correct terms were because she didn't know. When I had her she would teach us one thing then when doing a lab and filing out our reports in concurrent to the lesson would tell us we were wrong. I spent most of her class learning out of the books almost exclusively and was the only one to get high marks on the physics final as a result. Everyone else in the class ranged from a failing mark to a barely passing.

[protege]

STD: I admit to having an attitude now, but then? Come on, I was like 11 years old. The teacher flipped his shit over something minor. He had a tendency of doing this so the students were generally intimidated by him. And I really didn't see it as that big of a deal (and still don't).

I went to a Catholic grade school, and the priests and nuns were pretty much as you described. They'd flip out over minor events. For example, someone used soap to write "shit" on one of the bathroom mirrors. Did that event really need a massive assembly, in which the entire department (1st through 3rd grade) was accused of doing it? It didn't damage anything, nor was it permanent. A little water, and the "damage" was undone.

Then there were the progress reports. If you failed a test, or forgot your homework more than once, you'd get a letter sent home. Again, for some reason, this involved another massive assembly. This time, the principal insisted on parading us in front of the department (this time 6-7-8th grades), if we got one of those letters. She'd as "Protege, do you know what's in this envelope?" I was tempted to say "how the hell would I know what's in there? Let me fire up the X-ray specs..." Total humiliation, that really wasn't warranted.

Also humiliating, was being told--in front of the rest of the altar servers--about how my days of doing it were "numbered" because I'd made a minor mistake. Naturally, after that, I simply refused to do it. What was he going to do, fire me?

25 years on, I still can't stand that place. I mean, some things just simply didn't "sink in," because of my depression and other issues. Screaming at me, calling me "stupid," plus telling me that I'd never amount to anything really isn't fixing the problem. Instead, it's making me more upset...and probably plotting your demise.

[wolfie]

I went to a Catholic grade school, and the priests and nuns were pretty much as you described. They'd flip out over minor events. For example, someone used soap to write "shit" on one of the bathroom mirrors. Did that event really need a massive assembly, in which the entire department (1st through 3rd grade) was accused of doing it? It didn't damage anything, nor was it permanent. A little water, and the "damage" was undone.

Considering the "painting" stories I've read on CS, and the deviousness kids can achieve, I'm surprised that someone didn't react to the assembly by using shit to write "soap" on the bathroom mirror.