| FL, USA | Bigotry, Students

(I’m in my Human Resource Management class. About 75% of the class is male; however, the professor is female. We are having a class discussion on different types of discrimination in the workplace.)

Classmate #1: “Okay, okay… I get where you guys are going with this, but aren’t there jobs that women shouldn’t do?”

Professor: “Explain.”

Classmate #1: “Like really physical jobs. Those are for men! Also, being in management—”

Professor: “Be very careful with what comes out of your mouth next, [Classmate #1].”

Classmate #1: “But managing is a man’s job!”

(Every girl in the classroom, including myself, whips around in their chairs and stares at him.)

Classmate #2: “So, what are you saying? That only men should be managers?”

Classmate #1: “NO! That is not what I said!”

Me: “Really? Because that is what JUST came out of your mouth.”

Classmate #2: “So, what do you think women should be doing instead of managing?”

Classmate #3: *shakes his head* “[Classmate #1]… Dude… just admit that you’ve lost and don’t answer that question!”

Classmate #1: “Women should be teachers, or secretaries, or just stay at home. Leave the managing to the men!”

Classmate #4: “WHAT?!”

Me: “So, what about those of us who are female and management majors? We’re just out of luck in your world?”

Classmate #1: “Um… Well, when you put it that way, no…”

Me: “That doesn’t line up with what you said earlier about us needing to be teachers or secretaries.”

Classmate #1: “[Professor]! Help me! I didn’t mean it!”

Professor: “Nope. What you’ve been saying for the last five minutes is a massive HR violation and would get you fired in the real world. You deserve whatever these girls dish out at you. And, by the way, they are ALL Management majors!”

(He got very quiet after that.)

Extra Credit For Using Common Sense

| USA | Family & Kids, Students

(I’m taking a science lab. Student #1 is what is referred to as a non-traditional student at the college. She’s middle-aged and has a small child. Student #2 is a rather obnoxious know it all (who really doesn’t know it all). Our lab is at three to five pm, but one night at around nine pm there is a guest presentation offered for the entire college. If we go, our professor gives us extra credit. I go and see Student #1, who has her daughter in tow. The little girl sits still the entire time and happily colors. She’s not a distraction at all. The next day is our lab and when I get to the room, Student #2 is already there.)

Student #2: “I saw you at the lecture.”

Me: “Oh, yeah, I liked it a lot.”

Student #2: “Did you see [Student #1]? Can you believe she brought a kid?”

Me: *taken aback* “…yes?”

(A reasonable person would have realized her daughter’s caregiver during our lab time wasn’t available during the lecture.)

Technology Fail Leads To Win

| Amsterdam, The Netherlands | Teachers, Technology

(I am very forgetful, so I do not turn off the sound of my phone during classes. I can do this pretty safely as usually no one texts or calls me at all. I’m sitting in a classroom well towards the back. Note that this is a pretty large classroom, and can seat about 70 people. The teacher is giving his lecture and the class is really quiet. All of a sudden my phone receives a text message. I know the teacher does not appreciate people having their phone on during class at all, so I put on my best poker face and pretend it’s not me. Everyone starts looking around but because the phone is in the pocket of my very thick coat, which is right next to me on the bench, they do not spot it. The person next to me gives me a suspicious look but doesn’t say anything.)

Teacher: “Who was that?”


Teacher: “Hmm… Was that the projector? That thing has been doing odd things all morning…”

(The teacher gave the projector another suspicious look before resuming his lecture. I felt my face burning but I was really happy the technology at this university fails so often!)

Deputy Heading For Trouble

| UK | Bad Behavior, Staff

(I am currently in sixth form and heading to a teacher’s classroom to pick up a project I’m working on. As I enter the building I cross paths with a teacher who taught me for five years straight, but recently was promoted to deputy headmistress. This teacher also interviewed me for my admittance into sixth form. During my time under her we didn’t really get on. She didn’t like anyone else having opinions other than hers and kicked me out frequently for either disagreeing or asking for clarity, so I already have little respect for her. In my school, sixth formers are the only students allowed to be out of uniform.)

Headmistress: “Where are you going?”

Me: “To Miss [Teacher]’s room.”

Headmistress: “Don’t you think you should be in class?”

Me: “No. I don’t have a lesson until this afternoon.”

Headmistress: “Do you realise you have just admitting to truancy to a deputy head?”

Me: “Sixth formers have study periods.”

Headmistress: “You’re a sixth former?”

Me: “You let me in…”

Headmistress: *squinting her eyes* “Where’s your timetable?”

(I take it out.)

Headmistress: “Where is your PRINTED timetable? The one you got at the beginning of the year.”

Me: “Sixth former. We don’t get them printed.”

Headmistress: “You’re far too young to be in sixth form. You barely look GCSE age.”

Me: “So I’m a fourteen year old with facial hair and out of uniform, and I have a timetable for lessons that you can’t even get a GCSE in?”

Headmistress: “Attitude!”

(She drags me by the arm to every group tutor in the GCSE years (10/11), and all verify that I am not in their group, their year, and am indeed a sixth former. She refuses to accept this and tries to take me to the reception. I sprain my ankle when she opens a door but lets it swing back at me making me lose my balance. I’m past done by this point. I rip myself out of her grip and head to my sixth form centre.)

Headmistress: “GET BACK HERE!”

Me: “Complain all you want, but I am DONE with you.”

Headmistress: *chasing after me as I limp* “I’ll have you excluded for this!”


(We make it to the sixth form centre but she bars me entry, along with everyone else trying to enter or leave. Our head comes out of her office.)

Head: “[Headmistress], what on earth are you doing?”

Headmistress: “Having this BOY expelled.”

Head: “Expelled? What for?”

Headmistress: “Truancy, attitude, assault.”

Me: “Assault! If anyone has been assaulted it’s me. My ankle’s already swelling.”

(The headmistress starts this crazed rant which includes me assaulting her because she broke a nail when I broke free, screaming and swearing at her, and lastly, skipping my English lesson.)

Head: “But, [My Name] doesn’t do English at A-Level.”

Me: “I don’t.”

(We end up going down to reception to have them verify my age. The headmistress acknowledged that I was in fact a SIXTH FORMER. I have my driving license on me, which helps, which I also wish I had shown earlier. The headmistress then waltzes away as if nothing is wrong, while I sit with an ice pack on my foot. My head speaks to me.)

Head: *shaking her head* “How ever did she last this long…”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Head: “Hazard a guess as to why she was promoted.”

(I shake my head.)

Head: “Because so many students complained about her that the only position she could fill was one where interaction with students was at a minimum, and that so happened to be the deputy head.”

(It was good to know I wasn’t the only one who hated her. She’s still there.)

They Have You Covered

| Singapore | Cheaters, Extra Stupid

(While in the midst of an internship search, we receive an email from our lecturer detailing advice about sending cover letters. Most of the advice is pretty standard, such as “Proof-read your cover letters” and “Do not apply for multiple disciplines”. Until the last one:)

Email: “And at the very least, if you’re going to copy someone else’s cover letter, please remember to change the contact details.”

Page 1/19712345...Last