Bad school memory- from light to heavy

PhysicsMom
Fri, 14 Nov 2008 12:44:04 +0000

My first grade teacher put me in the low-level reading group even though I already knew how to read. Maybe she wanted me to be there to help the other kids, I don’t know. But the high-level group did fun projects that the rest of the class envied, and we had to work on worksheets. This teacher also ignored me when I went up to her to say that the boy sitting next to me had cut my hair when I wasn’t looking. When she finally came over and saw all my hair on the floor and asked what the heck had happened, and I told her, she said, “Why didn’t you tell me before?! You have to tell me these things right away!”

In the fourth grade, I overheard my teacher telling my mom (in a parent-teacher conference) about who he thought the smartest kid in our class was. This was a kid whose parents basically did all his homework. I was ticked off about that one, that the teacher would be duped so easily and give so much credit to a kid who was just like the rest of us except for the possible exception that he’d cry whenever he couldn’t do something correctly.

My fifth grade science teacher would routinely berate children to the point of tears. He was obviously a rather lonely guy. Every day, the first fifteen minutes of science class would be him telling us every detail of all the shows he’d watched the night before.