Stupid teachers.
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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.
Our sophomore English teacher was gone on maternity leave for the entire first quarter of school. The substitute we had was sub-par (geddit?). Our entire class hated her and she was completely unused to teaching actual students, I would wager.
Anyway, one day, one of the girls in our class managed to convince the teacher that she had some rare affliction where she would occasionally cough up blood. Fast forward a few days. The student brought fake blood to school, coughed, and burst a blood packet in her hand. The substitute teacher bought it, and the girl went to the bathroom to proceed to "meet" with her boyfriend. She didn't come back until the next hour. The next day, the sub was gone and our regular teacher had returned, so the girl never even was questioned.
Little did we know at the time, but our regular teacher hadn't actually planned anything at all for the year. So my entire sophomore honors English experience went as follows: read Julius Caesar, read Of Mice and Men, go over grammar that we learned in 7th grade, do stupid skits and art projects, end of year exam. We (and by we, I mean me and a few of the other higher-ups in the class) had to correct her on many things, including grammar.
I didn't hate her as much as I did the sub (who was a complete fool), but I resented her for depriving me of an actual education for three quarters. It didn't prepare me at all for AP English Literature and Composition my junior year.
Anyway, one day, one of the girls in our class managed to convince the teacher that she had some rare affliction where she would occasionally cough up blood. Fast forward a few days. The student brought fake blood to school, coughed, and burst a blood packet in her hand. The substitute teacher bought it, and the girl went to the bathroom to proceed to "meet" with her boyfriend. She didn't come back until the next hour. The next day, the sub was gone and our regular teacher had returned, so the girl never even was questioned.
Little did we know at the time, but our regular teacher hadn't actually planned anything at all for the year. So my entire sophomore honors English experience went as follows: read Julius Caesar, read Of Mice and Men, go over grammar that we learned in 7th grade, do stupid skits and art projects, end of year exam. We (and by we, I mean me and a few of the other higher-ups in the class) had to correct her on many things, including grammar.
I didn't hate her as much as I did the sub (who was a complete fool), but I resented her for depriving me of an actual education for three quarters. It didn't prepare me at all for AP English Literature and Composition my junior year.
Ah good old Mr. Stone of Paloma Vally High School.This man was an idiot to the extreme. He always ate candy in class. One time he dropped a lollipop wrapper on the floor and asked the students to pick it up "Because I might get AIDS." ignorant was and understatement
Then there was Mr. Houser, the idea of separation of church and state never occurred to this man. He fought constantly with the LGBT club at school and constantly sided with the cathloc club. This man should have been fired for that reason alone.
Then there was Mr. Houser, the idea of separation of church and state never occurred to this man. He fought constantly with the LGBT club at school and constantly sided with the cathloc club. This man should have been fired for that reason alone.
My GCSE RE teacher wasn't great. I remember that in one lesson we made posters (it's RE, what else are we going to do?) and naturally, I drew a priest.
Between that lesson and the next, someone drew a jester's hat on the priest. The teacher ended up saying it was blasphemous (bearing in mind I went to a Catholic school) and throwing out the poster.
The funny thing is that my dad is ordained within the Church of England. When I told him about it, he said it was silly to call it blasphemous and offered to go in and talk to the teacher wearing both his dog collar and a jester's hat.
Sadly, he never did it. :/
Between that lesson and the next, someone drew a jester's hat on the priest. The teacher ended up saying it was blasphemous (bearing in mind I went to a Catholic school) and throwing out the poster.
The funny thing is that my dad is ordained within the Church of England. When I told him about it, he said it was silly to call it blasphemous and offered to go in and talk to the teacher wearing both his dog collar and a jester's hat.
Sadly, he never did it. :/
I remember another teacher who wasn't exactly teacher material, literally.
So I live in a small town in Norway and being that I'm in a small town in an already small country there was no one to teach Spanish.
So they got a great idea. They could hire this guy called Rodriguez. Now for the "literally" part, HE WANS'T A TEACHER! he was a marathon runner from Cuba. Yeah, really. So 8th grade when we were supposed to have books, he said that we didn't need books and that we should just takes notes as he talked and he would just do everything on the blackboard. I guess that would work if we didn't watch a movie every month. That's not all, right next to our school there's this cafe that was owned by his (spanish speaking) friend. every now and then the class went over there to order some ice cream or something. The way he integrated spanish was that we had to order it in spanish. It didn't go very well. we tried, but since he hadn't actually taught us any Spanish it was pretty hard.and the books we were supposed to have in 8th grade we got in 9th grade. so when he finally got fired the new teacher was like "oh dear" when she found out how bad we were in spanish.
I remember when we had an test where we had to present ourselves and describe ourselves. He gave me a 5 because even though i didn't perform well enough to get a 5 knew that I could if I wanted. wish everyone gave grades like him. would make school a lot more chill.
So I live in a small town in Norway and being that I'm in a small town in an already small country there was no one to teach Spanish.
So they got a great idea. They could hire this guy called Rodriguez. Now for the "literally" part, HE WANS'T A TEACHER! he was a marathon runner from Cuba. Yeah, really. So 8th grade when we were supposed to have books, he said that we didn't need books and that we should just takes notes as he talked and he would just do everything on the blackboard. I guess that would work if we didn't watch a movie every month. That's not all, right next to our school there's this cafe that was owned by his (spanish speaking) friend. every now and then the class went over there to order some ice cream or something. The way he integrated spanish was that we had to order it in spanish. It didn't go very well. we tried, but since he hadn't actually taught us any Spanish it was pretty hard.and the books we were supposed to have in 8th grade we got in 9th grade. so when he finally got fired the new teacher was like "oh dear" when she found out how bad we were in spanish.
I remember when we had an test where we had to present ourselves and describe ourselves. He gave me a 5 because even though i didn't perform well enough to get a 5 knew that I could if I wanted. wish everyone gave grades like him. would make school a lot more chill.
Hell, there's even a quick workaround, which is to cite the sources wikipedia uses. Easiest workaround ever and yet people don't seem to know how to do it. I used that little trick last year in my uni written work and they didn't seem to care.Suki_ said:
For fail teachers, i had one who was a terrible science teacher who constantly talked about stuff we learned back in year 7 (we were in year 11 by this point) and usually attempted to "catch me out" by asking me every, single, fucking, question. Doesn't matter that I answered every question so well that she actually had to stop me from citing sources and exploring tangents because I would just keep going, mainly in an effort to get her to leave me the fuck alone.
It would be great if she was relying on me to carry the class, but she usually followed my giving me detention for "being a smartarse". I never understood her problem. This was the same teacher who regularly stormed out of the class in tears due to people not doing what she said.
One occasion sticks out, where she stormed out so the "clown" moved a bin in front of the door. She walked in, heard the door hit the bin and promptly booted it at the nearest student. I'm surprised she didn't get fired for that.
There was another time where she asked a guy who was talking (everyone was talking) if he wanted to teach the class. Naturally he said yes and everyone shut up, got the books out and started taking notes when he talked. As soon as she realised she was being beaten at the teaching game by a mere student, she told him to sit down. Once she started talking everyone else resumed talking and pissing about. She had another tantrum, wonderful woman.
I will never forget a Sub we had that we called "Miss Bodunkudunk(Because she had a huge well, y'know)" This is a senior in highschool class. In our sociology class we where studying crime, She threw aside our curriculum for the day and said "You are all nice young adults(Advance class) you wont need to know about crime because you will never get in trouble" she then ask what we want to do when we grow up, when she got to me i said "go to jail for tax evasion" She thought i was serious.
OH, and then there was the gym teacher that though he could outbox a 4 star general whose son the Gym teacher just got in trouble.
OH, and then there was the gym teacher that though he could outbox a 4 star general whose son the Gym teacher just got in trouble.