Shit My Teacher Says

frowl:

my teacher emailed me asking why i didn’t hand my homework after being home sick for two days and i just replied with - “If you don’t have passion for something, you shouldn’t be doing it in the first place.” - Lee Alexander McQueen - and a picture of a cat with groovy glasses

My parents spent half our dinner talking about one of their friend’s daughter’s anorexia and about how terrible it is that young girls feel the need to starve themselves to be thin, and then spent the other half of our dinner criticizing me for wearing shorts because I’m apparently ‘a big girl’ and ‘don’t have the body for clothes like that.’ If that’s not fucked up I don’t know what is. 

royalpancake:

a short poem:

do teachers
understand
that you take
other classes

Science Teacher: Aristotle believed that everything was made of four elements. What were they?
Me: Water, earth fire, air.
Science Teacher: Good, now w-
Me: Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
Science Teacher: what
Me: Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.
Student: why are you doing this
Me: A hundred years passed, and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar, an airbender named Aang, and although his airbending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone.
Student: how do you even remember all this
Me: BUT I BELIEVE
Student: no
Student: don't say it
Student: don't you dare say it
Me: THAT AANG CAN SAVE THE WORLD

unfaggy:

teacher: you will be working in groups

me: image

eauyouth:

I wonder if teachers ever play kill fuck marry using students

shiny-lugia:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

I’ve had far too many teachers strike me down because I found a way that not only worked well, but was faster, and I understood it better.
"Wrong, that’s not the way we covered it in class.”
Yet I had the same answer as them.
I couldn’t do it the way they showed us, but I DEFINITELY COULD do it the way I figured it out.
The American school system is literally torture.

shiny-lugia:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

I’ve had far too many teachers strike me down because I found a way that not only worked well, but was faster, and I understood it better.

"Wrong, that’s not the way we covered it in class.

Yet I had the same answer as them.

I couldn’t do it the way they showed us, but I DEFINITELY COULD do it the way I figured it out.

The American school system is literally torture.

heliolisk:

circumcising:

what the hell do i say in an email to my teacher

yo teach

squidwurd:

so there was this girl in my class who showed up to class everyday with her thong sticking out and one day my teacher just walked up to her and said ‘let’s keep victoria a secret’ he got fired but it was still funny