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Made me think I was bad at math.
Accused me of cheating on a reading comprehension test in 4th grade when I tested at the 12th grade level. He took me to the principal’s office and told her he (the teacher) couldn’t even have gotten that score. I pointed out that his reading comprehension skills were not the point, which in retrospect probably didn’t help. But I didn’t cheat. I think the principal knew I probably could get that score, and I wasn’t punished. But I resent that teacher still.
Handed half of my AP calc class the AP calc final and the other half the regular Calc final. Didn’t bother rectifying it.
In a lit class in grad school, a professor had us read Kant’s Critique of Pure Judgment. It’s a HARD book. we discussed it for one day, yet it was central to our final project. Worst part: he ordered a different translation than the one he was using. So when he pointed something out in the book, it was impossible to find. I was always lost.
In 7 years of grad school, I only earned one grade that wasn’t an A. Guess which one.
I had a high school teacher call me a sociopath in front of a 40 person class because I actually argued with her about some of the nonsense she was spewing out (she literally talked about the evidence for ghosts). After that, she “somehow” lost all of my homework assignments and put in the online gradebook that I had a D- when in fact I had a B+. My parents freaked out, and it took over a month to have her correct the grade.
My only vindication came from the fact that I had the best final project in the entire class, and that I got a 5 on the AP test, in spite of her awful teaching.
Three years after I had her, my brother got her for the same course. The first thing she did upon reading his name during roll was tell him in front of all of his classmates,
“Are you whenhen’s brother? Tell her that I still hate her.”
I still resent that teacher.
In the 10th grade, my gym teacher made me cry. I have medical issues that prohibit me from going outside when it’s under 60 degrees. I had just figured it out the hard way(lots of pain) so my neurologist wrote a note excusing me from outside activities when the temperature was below 60. I gave the note to my gym teacher and she said “I can’t accommodate you.” I burst into tears the second I got out of her office. Needless to say, after a call to the athletic director/ assistant principal, I was accommodated.
Not nearly as bad as what some teachers have done to you guys, but the gym teachers at my school are kind of terrible. So, like most other students in America, the ones at my school have to run the FitnessGram Pacer Test (is a multi-stage aerobic capacity test…). At my school, the teachers increase the number you have to run by five each week. If you don’t make the number of laps, you have to keep running around the gym. Seriously. That’s just hell on people with respiratory problems, and there are no exceptions unless you have a broken bone or sprained joint. I couldn’t breathe for 5 minutes after doing 35 laps the other day, and I have no lung problems.
When I asked Coach Crapo (not his real name lol) why we run the Pacer, he said, “to improve your cardiovascular fitness.” Which is exactly why we do it for FOUR MINUTES ONCE A WEEK. WITH NO OTHER RUNNING IN THE CLASS.
When we do other excercises as a warm-up, if you can’t keep cadence, you have to keep exercising. Which is all well and good except maybe, just maybe, the average Middle Tennessee resident encounters muscle failure after doing 25 push-ups at a freakishly slow yet terribly fast pace.
I apologize that I don’t coach football. I apologize that I’ve never graduated with a General Studies degree from Athlete Factory University. I clearly don’t know my own limits, apparently. But all my common sense is screaming in pain as it is being treated like dirt.
This isn’t THAT bad, but in seventh grade, my math teacher refused to help me. She said our “personality differences” didn’t work well together. I have no idea what this means, or how this should affect her teaching.
not that bad but in 8th grade my algebra 1 teacher helped all the other groups except for mine and then told my group that we would never pass the EOC since we didn’t seem to care about the class. I proved that lady wrong though when I passed the exam with an A haha.
With me being a POC, my teacher played the ethnicity-guessing game and mentioned how my parents are probably illiterate and punish me for getting bad grades. Both completely untrue of course lmao.
In 11th grade (many many years ago) my English teacher needed assistance from someone so she could calculate her grades. Apparently, she couldn’t do simple math. I was the top student in the entire grade in math, the only one in Calculus AB as a junior. She asked the boy next to me to help, I assume, because he was a boy. I was livid.
My gym teacher made me run the pacer test two weeks after I sprained my ankle.
And one of my (6th grade) math teachers decided to give everyone a B on a math test after half the class failed. I got an A on that test and still ended up with a B.
Told me that he was disappointed in me for not trying out for Orchestra all-region after a close family friend tragically died. I decided to go to their memorial service instead that weekend. I ended up breaking down a year later in his office and he apologized without remembering what he said to me. I don’t necessarily hate my Orchestra director, but sometimes feel scared in their presence. He can be insensitive and arrogant at times and I probably would have quit Orchestra if it wasn’t for the fact that playing is a form of therapy for me and that I would deeply miss my private lessons teacher.