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Question of the Day! | by kickstart | 2006-11-19 12:23:33 |
| I remember her full name well, |
by PecosDave |
2002-11-11 05:30:10 |
but in interest of protecting the guilty I will not say it.
My 5th grade teacher used to live acrossed the street from my grandmother. I don't know why, but they had some sort of a run in, they wound up not liking each other very well. My teacher was a vengefull evil b***h. This was about the time I was in the 3rd or 4th grade. She had it out for me the moment she saw my last name. Stupid small town.
During the course of this year if the entire class was being yelled at for some reason or another her eyes were fixed on me, rather I was a participant or not. When we had to go to the neighboring classroom to watch a film the girls got first chance at a desk, then the boys if there were any left the remaining guys were allowed to lean against the back wall. Except for me. I had to stand in the middle of the room with my hands holding one another behind my back as though I was in handcuffs. I would get points deducted from papers for stupid things for any excuse she could find, I actually wound up with a negative grade one time and I didn't even get all the questions wrong. My parents tried to get me out of her class but the principal was a racist bastard (I have some stories to tell about that) and would simply say "We cannot move a student after they are placed in a class.". Of course that didn't prevent students of his own race from moving after they were placed in a class. Private school wasn't an option, my parents didn't make much money and there wasn't much in the way of offerings in that town anyways. This was the first year of the "racial integration project" were they bussed kids all over town based on which grade they were in instead of letting them go to their neighborhood school, so changing schools wasn't even an option.
That school had a form of punishment were instead of being allowed to go to class they would place you in desk in front of the office for a couple of days. While you were there they handed you about twice the amount of work you would usually get in a class, but it was easier to do since you didn't have the rucus of the classroom all around you. I was rather enjoying my little vacation away from Satan and on the last day of the punishment the principal (obviously forgetting the meetings with my parents about the evil bi***) asked me had I learned my lesson or would I be spending more time out there. I told him sitting in front of the office was a hell of a lot better than suffering her and I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the year in front of the office since they wouldn't move me to another class. I wound up back in her class the next day. I figured that remark to the principal deserved at least one more day out there for punishment.
Another note since it didn't work into the rest of the story well. That teacher had all female students as teachers pets. One of the students happened to attend church with me, we weren't friends by any means but she actually felt sorry for me having to suffer in that class. One nice little note while she was in the class doing teachers pet duties and the teacher from next door was in the room. The teacher from next door actually liked me. She asked my teacher who her worst student was and of course she said my name and carried on about how bad I was, in an unfounded manner. Just a nice little note to backup my story. |
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