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  • Flipping Out Over The Desk
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  • This Teacher Is Grating

    | FL, USA | Language & Words, Teachers

    (I’m five years old, and my usual kindergarten teacher is out. There’s a substitute in her place, who was left with instructions to have us write little stories. I’ve always been intelligent, and started reading at a very young age, so I’m a little rebellious when this sub comes over to review my work. She’s reading over my shoulder, and immediately points out a ‘mistake.’)

    Sub: *pointing at a word I’d just written* “That’s not a real word, young lady. You spelled it wrong.”

    Me: *reading the word* “No, I’m sure it’s spelled right.”

    Sub: “No, no! You see, ‘grateful’ is spelled ‘G-R-E-A-T-F-U-L’.”

    Me: “No, it’s not.”

    (At this point, I’m puzzled, and the sub suddenly becomes very forceful.)

    Sub: “It’s not spelled like that! ‘Grateful’ is spelled like ‘great!’ It’s spelled like great! G-R-E-A-T! ‘Great!’”

    (She goes on like this until I change the word to meet her expectations. I change it back as soon as she’s moved on to another student. I told my mother when I got home, and was very relieved the next day when my regular teacher was back.)

    Flipping Out Over The Desk

    | Port Coquitlam, BC, Canada | Parents, Teachers, Theme Of The Month

    (I am in a double class being taught by two teachers. Both women are extremely over the top crazy for organization and decorum and will give at-desk suspensions to those who can’t do either. Needless to say, I had to sit at my desk for lunch break a lot. One day, after lunch, my teacher decides to have a randomized desk check. I wasn’t finished with my lunch, and it was in my desk as I had just served an in class suspension. I had small open packages like nuts and candies. My teacher comes straight to me first, and without even looking, overturns my desk in front of an entire class of 50+ kids. She glares at me, and then, with a smug smile, turns to the class.)

    Teacher: “This is why you all need to be organized. Society hates people who can’t keep their stuff in order.”

    (I’m destroyed. I’m seven years old and a teacher just made fun of me in front of my entire class. Only my best friend stands up for me at the time, coming all the way across the room from his desk to help me right my desk and put all my things in order. I ended up losing control and crying, again, in front of my class. Needless to say, when I went home, I talked to my mom about exactly what happened. My mom just assures me that things would be okay. The next morning, I walked to school with my neighbours, who had heard at school what happened. They asked me about what happened, but I didn’t want to talk about it. It wasn’t until I sat down for class when the boy beside me leaned over to me.)

    Boy: “My mom said what the teacher did to you wasn’t right.”

    (The teacher overhears this, and comes flying over. )

    Teacher: “It IS right. End of story. Your mother is wrong.”

    (Just then, I hear a commotion outside the class door, and my mother come through the door, being tailed by the principal, all four vice principals, and the secretarial staff, all from the office. My mom had spent the last hour in the office trying to move me out of the classroom. As it was the only grade three class at the time the principal couldn’t move me. My mom sees me, comes right my desk, and tells me to start packing. Of course, my teacher tries to intercept. This is all happening in front of my entire class of 50+ kids.)

    Teacher: *to my mom* “Who are you?”

    Mom: “I’m [My Name]‘s mom. Who are you?”

    Teacher: “I’m [My Name]‘s teacher.”

    Mom: “Really?”

    Teacher: “Yes. I am.”

    Mom: *pointing to a desk in the corner* “Is that where you sit?”

    Teacher: “When I’m not teaching, yes.”

    (My mom went over to the teacher’s desk, pulled out every single drawer, and dumped all it’s contents out on the floor. Then, she flipped the desk on it’s side, in front of my entire class, the principal, and all his support staff.)

    Mom: *to the teacher* “Now clean it up.” *to the support staff* “Don’t help her. She’s beyond it, anyway.”

    (My mom proceeded to grab my entire desk and walk down the hallway with it. As I had no other class to be in, my desk was placed just outside of the principal’s office, where I carried out the remainder of the year. The teacher was eventually fired after a full investigation and had her license to teach pulled.)

    Writing’s On The Wall For This School

    | TX, USA | Parents, Teachers, Theme Of The Month

    (I am in fourth grade. I am retelling this from my parents’ accounts.)

    Teacher #1: “We’ve noticed that [My Name] hasn’t been doing well in our writing camp.”

    Teacher #2: “It’s our prep camp for the state writing test.”

    Mom: “So, what’s her issue?”

    Teacher #1: “[My Name] hasn’t been finishing her assignments on time, and often misbehaves when we give directions.”

    Principal: “She has been to my office an alarming number of times.”

    Mom: “Well, how much do they have to write?”

    Teacher #2: “Not much, just a paragraph a day. We give them about thirty minutes each day, and by the end of the week they have a full composition.”

    Dad: “I see. [My Name] is a rather slow writer. Is there a possibility that she could receive extra time?”

    (Upon hearing this, the staff present laughed in my parents’ faces! Luckily, I was eventually able to leave that school, go to a better one where students receive more teacher focus, and receive some psychological help. It turned out that I have high functioning autism, which contributes, in this case, to slow penmanship and sensitivity to time pressure. My new school was able to accommodate me as needed, and now I’ll be entering high school with great test scores–including an almost perfect score in math!)

    Pushing Forward From Holding Back

    | ND, USA | Parents, Teachers, Theme Of The Month

    (As a child, I developed academically much earlier than usual. By the time I started kindergarten, I was reading at a fifth grade level. This conversation occurred when I was in second grade, between my teacher and my mother.)

    Teacher: “I think that we’re going to need to hold [My Name] back a grade this year.”

    Mom: “What?! Why!?”

    Teacher: “Well, he’s just not applying himself in class. He doesn’t pay attention or contribute. He just daydreams and doodles all day. I think he may be a bit slow.”

    Mom: “He’s not slow! He reads at a sixth grade level, and we keep catching him trying to do his older brother’s math homework for him!”

    Teacher: “I understand that you want to think that your child excels, but he’s simply not showing the same interest in class as the other students, and they are all doing quite well. He simply can’t keep up.”

    Mom: “[My Name] is NOT going to be held back a grade!”

    Teacher: “I’m sorry, but my decision is final.”

    (The next day, my mom arranged for me to go through testing for not only ADD, but also IQ testing. The results came back that my IQ was above average and I did not have any problem paying attention. The day after the results came back, my mom went back to my teacher.)

    Mom: *slamming the test results on my teacher’s desk* “[My Name] is NOT slow, and you are NOT going to hold him back a grade! If you think he’s having trouble paying attention, then CHALLENGE him!”

    (I didn’t get held back a grade.)

    To Moms You Never Grow Up

    | IL, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Family & Kids, Parents, Students

    (I have come to the school where my mom is subbing to have lunch with her before I go on a trip. I’ve been sitting in the office waiting for her lunch time. There’s a little girl sitting next to me.)

    Secretary: “Do you know where your mom is subbing?”

    Me: “No, I’m not sure.”

    Secretary: “Well, I don’t see her on the sub list. Let me go check and see where she is.”

    (The secretary leaves and the girl looks at me for a couple minutes.)

    Girl: “Are you an adult?”

    Me: “Yes, I’m 21.”

    Girl: “And you have a mom?!”

    Me: “…yes.”


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