by BrosephRadson » Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:18 pm
As of late, I've liked all my teachers. Either they're better than any of my previous teachers, or I've matured enough to understand why teachers do or say certain things.
Back in middle school, though, I had plenty of teachers I didnt like. The occasional racist, the ones who would write you up for the dumbest shit, etc. One in particular stands out, though.
I've always been a huge geek, so I took a special "Tech Ed" class at my middle school. Each grade level who took the class did different things (split into sections called "modules"), so I took it both my 7th and 8th grade year. I didnt have a problem with the instructor the first time i took the class, but my 8th grade year was a different story.
There was one module I did which required me to draw blueprints on gridlined paper. The computer program which was supposed to guide me through the lessons for the module glitched and skipped the part which told me how to draw a blueprint, and as an 8th grader, I had obviously never drawn a blueprint in my life, so I winged it. It looked alright, but was nothing like what i was expected to draw....so the instructor, upon seeing my shitty blueprint, started reaming me with insults, saying i was incompetent to the 6th graders who had taken the same module (and 6th graders who took tech ed didnt actually do modules, just book work...) and made me switch to another module.
On another occasion, a friend of mine was doing the flight module, where you use a yoke to fly a virtual airplane around and record flight data. His first day on the module, he crashed the plane (like everyone else does, of course) but for some reason the teacher felt the need to verbally assault him until he began crying.
My mom emailed him about his poor teaching and disciplinary skills, and he decided to turn that around on me. The day after my mom sent the email, I was in the animation module, where we were working on stop-motion animation. I was done with all my work for the day, so i made a quick little animation of a finger person walking across the table. He saw this, and started yelling at me about how i wasnt on task (keep in mind, i was already done with the day's assignments) and brought up the email, saying that my mother was concerned with my behaviour in the class. I watched my mom send the email, and it was clearly about HIS behaviour toward the class. He proceeded to kick me out of the lab and force me to do book work until the next module.
Almost every day in this class, people are up and around, playing and wandering from their modules. But one day, when everyone was being surprisingly behaved, one person lightly scratched a drawer with a pencil (so lightly you couldnt even see it) and our teacher kicked everyone out of the lab for the rest of class, forcing us to to endless worksheets of irrelevant book work, saying that we were "out of hand, horseplaying, and vandalizing." When i received my 6th worksheet from him, I flipped my shit, basically told him i wasnt doing it, and he told me to go to the "buddy room" (if your school used the BIST discipline system, you'd know what that is. Its basically like a mini detention in a different classroom) so as i walked out the door I told him "At least i wont be in here with your ass!" This sent him over the edge (in a sort of entertaining way) as my friends reported to me at lunch. (LOL)
The one thing that really pissed me off about him, though, was the time that he literally tried to ruin the rest of my life. I was sitting in the classroom discussing how a school rule had a loophole in it. The rule said that you werent allowed to assist someone into the building after hours, but it didnt say anything about letting yourself in. He overheard this, and somehow convoluted what i was saying into some kind of gun threat. After the class was over, he gathered 3 random students from the class and had them write false witness reports (i saw him doing this) and sent the reports to the office. I was later called to the office, and the witness reports were brought up. After reading the teacher's report, then the students' reports, it was obvious that all the reports were using the same, made up information. Although the VP of the school believed me that I wasnt planning to bring a gun to school, the reports had already been filed, and they had no choice but to suspend me for the remainder of the school year, causing me to miss my 8th grade graduation and party. If it wasnt for the principal at my high school removing the false gun threat from my permanent record, I would have no hope of ever getting a job or going to college. Having that on your record is no joke. He was legitimately trying to duck my whole life up, for no apparent reason except that i gave him shit one time which he deserved.
When i graduate, Im going back to that school with my diploma and giving him a piece of my mind.

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