Katy Haron
, Musical theatre actor working towards a BFA
Nikolas Shum
, IGCSE English & English Literature, The High School Experience and
Tristan Moore
, Student at The High School Experience (2010-present)
In fourth grade, we had a computer teacher (we’ll call her R). EVERYONE hated her, and I mean EVERYONE (the fourth grade actually started a petition to get her fired, she was THAT bad). She was mean, loud, always angry, and seemed to hate kids. Why she decided to be a teacher, I’ll never know why.
We only had computers once a week on Wednesdays, and so I would always dread Wednesdays. I was a kid who always wanted to please people, I wanted everyone to accept me, but I suffered from epilepsy, and still suffer from ADHD and anxiety, so I wasn’t the best at listening, and needed to be told certain things a couple of times. Apparently, this made me R’s ‘problem child.’
Every week I did something wrong, whether it be I was a little more behind on work than the others (I go to special classes because I’m considered ‘a(chǎn) little slow’), I’d forget where a certain button was on the screen or keyboard, you get the idea. R was extremely annoyed with me, and it drove me insane that someone, especially an authority figure, didn’t like me!
So one day, after a few weeks of me seeming to screw everything up, I decided I was going to go one day, ONE day, without messing up AT ALL. Everything was going to be PERFECT. My focus was at 100%, I followed instructions perfectly, I copied exactly what R was showing us to do, I even wore a cute black polka dot dress that I thought she’d like!
At the end of the class, I ran out of the computer lab cheering for myself in my head because everything had gone off without a hitch! Maybe I wasn't a giant nuisance after all, maybe R wouldn’t hate me anymore, maybe…
Until…
“Kaitlyn, come back into the room please, you forgot to put your keyboard away.”
Oh no.
Dread filled my little 10 year old stomach. I slunk back into her classroom, my heart pounding.
As I began to do the simple task of stacking my keyboard onto my monitor, R decided this would be the perfect opportunity to start bitching me out.
“This is every week for you.”
“Wh-what?”
“This. Is every week for you.”
“I’m sorry, I just forgot to-“
“Why do you have such trouble following directions? All of your classmates can do the work perfectly!”
“I just forgot, ok?”
As I tried to walk out of the classroom with a shred of dignity, R blocks my exit and starts YELLING.
“Do NOT walk away when I am speaking to you! You are the rudest, most incompetent child I have ever met! Apologize right now!”
At this point I was standing there crying, cowering. “I’m s-sorry!”
“You better be! I’ve had you in my class all year, and I can tell you, you’re nothing but a bitch, you’re never going to amount to anything because you can’t follow simple instructions, and even the simplest of tasks seem to be too difficult for you to handle!”
This. Teacher. Called. A 10 Year Old. A bitch.
At this point my polka dotted dress which previously held so much hope was now soaked with tears. I was bawling my eyes out and shivering under the cold glare of R.
She pointed towards the door. “Get back to class!”
I ran out of her room, crying hysterically. All my classmates saw my tear stained face and instantly knew what was up.
I never wore that polka dotted dress again, but the good news is: I’m now only 16 and self employed, but R got fired from the school after that year!
How’s THAT for never amounting to anything, R?
Edit: Holy hell, 1000 upvotes in 2 days??? How’d that happen?! Thanks so much guys, glad y’all like hearing about my horrid elementary school teachers! :D
Edward Anderson
I don’t know what it is about 4th grade. I had a nice 4th grade teacher (Hi, Mrs. Brieden, if you’re out there!) but my kids? Whoa, Nelly, did they have a rough year in 4th grade. I’ve written before about the 4th grade teacher who told my wife and me to our faces that she hates students like our child, who always have their noses in a book! Excuse me? Isn’t the point of school to turn kids into learners, and isn’t reading the bedrock foundation of learning?
I am sorry you had a rough year, Kaitlyn, and I’m so pleased that you’ve risen above that monster of a “teacher” to be self employed. “Living well is the best revenge.”
Brad Carlson
I don’t get teachers that don’t want erudite students in their class either. I can remember moving from Texas to Iowa in the second grade, and the woman who taught our class told my parents I was “weird” because I would rather stay inside and read in the library than go outside to recess and get beat up and picked on every day. You can imagine how well that went over with my mother and father.
Aleana Tan
SOOO RELATABLE! I can’t count the number of times a teacher complained to my parents simple because I like to read.
“Can you tell your child to stop reading all the time?”
“Can you tell your child not to carry such a thick book to school?”
“Can you tell your child to stop reading science books?”
“Can you tell your child to stop reading 2 years ahead?”
John Schlobohm
I am 71 years old and I still get a Christmas card every year from my fifth grade teacher who is now 90 years old. and a retired l Benedictine nun, who lives in Oklahoma.
Sami Darby
, Homemaker (2012-present)
Morgan Wright
, studies at The High School Experience (2023) and
Illiana Ribbon
, studied at The High School Experience (2021)
“You need to stay away from Kate.”
I was in 5th grade and my teacher told me I needed to leave my best friend alone. I was confused. I asked her why and was told me and Kate are no longer friends.
I was heartbroken. I didnt understand why this was happening. I kept trying to make eye contact with Kate to find out what was going on but she ignored me.
At lunch I was forced to sit alone. Kate was sitting with all our friends. Tears silently poured down my face as I tried to eat. My dad had just died of cancer a few weeks ago and now I had lost my best friend.
My face must have shown my grief when i got home that day. My mom, who was usually too self absorbed to notice me, asked me what was wrong. The tears started again as I choked out that I wasn’t allowed to be Kate’s friend anymore. She got immediately concerned and asked why, but the sobbing took hold and I ran to my room.
While I was in my room I heard my mom make two phone calls. One was to my teacher. My mom demanded to know what happened. I guess my teacher told her that Kate’s mom didn’t want us to be friends anymore. My mom was pissed. Me and Kate had been besties since 1st grade. Kate’s mom had never liked me but I never saw this coming. My mom asked why they didn’t call her. The teacher said she didn’t think it concerned her.
I guess my mom had hung up because next thing i knew she was yelling at Kate’s mom. “How could you do this after she just lost her dad? Shes already holding on by a thread!”
Then the conversation took an interesting turn. “What do you mean Kate thinks she’s too bossy?! She could have just talked to Sami. This was the extreme option. Can’t she just talk to her? Maybe they can work something out.”
So there was the truth. Kate didn’t want to be my friend. My mom was more pissed at my teacher for not calling her. I refused to go back to school. I couldn’t deal with it. I later ended up in the hospital for attempting suicide.
The teacher could have handled it differently. I was treated like a criminal basically. Everyone seemed intent on keeping me away from my friend that day and it hurt me deeply.
Edit: Wow! Over 5 thousand upvotes. Thanks everyone!
And I need to add something after reading certain comments.
I was just a child and I was hurt. I didnt realize I was getting on her nerves. I would have most certainly changed if I did. Im still unsure if my “bossiness” was the reason why she didnt want to be my friend all of a sudden. It could have just been an excuse to get away from me but we will never know.
I wasn’t some kind of mastermind bent on making Kate’s life a living hell. I didn’t know that I was acting a bad way because I was never taught about right and wrong. I was just myself with her, just like anyone else would be with their best friend.
Again thank you for the upvotes everyone!! :))
Skylar Tamsin
Am I the only one more angry with Kate than with the teacher? She could have grown a pair and told Sami herself that she didn’t want to be friends anymore. This kind of lack in communication solves nothing, and it sounds like adults are more than willing to enable Kate in avoiding her own issues.
I do think the teacher could have handled it differently, but I also wonder what Kate might have told the teacher in order for the teacher to enforce the separation so severely. Maybe the teacher was just doing her job.
Of course, I don’t know, I’m just saying I don’t think Kate is getting nearly enough heat in these comments.
Darien Dukes
This thing didn't so much break my heart as made me angry. I work in the educational support position at a school district in my town.One day while I was waiting for the elementary children to be dismissed, I overheard one teacher telling a student that she likes her lids put on straight, I continued listening and the little boy questioned her about what she meant, she proceeded to tell the little boy that he wasn't going to be fit to be any more than a garbage man when he grew up, because he couldn't follow simple instructions.
Nektarios Kalogridis
, Deep Learning Engineer
Hazel Sloane
, studied at The High School Experience (2021) and
Caleb Messinger
, studies The High School Experience at Ballard High School (2023)
I was seven years old in first grade. One day, the art teacher asked us to draw an activity we enjoyed the most. Considering my parents are very religious, and we’d go every Sunday to church, I decided to draw my parents, myself, and my twin brother going to church as I really enjoyed this family activity. When the art teacher saw what I drew, she went, “Wow! This is so beautiful! You’re so talented!” I guess what I created looked nice, maybe because I have a natural talent in drawing and painting. The art teacher continued raving about what I had drawn.
So towards the end of the day, I was standing by the classroom door, and my first-grade teacher was also there. At that point, the art teacher was passing by and sees us both and goes to my teacher: “Did I tell you what a wonderful drawing your student did at my classroom?? He drew this nice picture of the entire family going to church!” My teacher, without showing any hint of emotion, gave her a strange look and goes: “He did?? Honestly, I really don’t like this kid”, and was moving her head dismissively continuing to bash me to her as to how much she did not like me — and mind you, I could hear everything. I was stunned and hurt to witness this. I was only seven years old, and the idea of my teacher hating me was painful to experience. I could not understand why she hated me this much. And, in all honesty, I was never a difficult child. All I did was a nice drawing and expected some kind of positive reaction. Even the art teacher seemed puzzled of her negativity towards me. It just didn’t make any sense. This happened at Cheesequake School in Old Bridge New Jersey in 1982.
I guess the saying is right when it says:
“I don’t remember what you said to me, I just remember how you made me feel…”
Kate Mann
, Software Developer
Gianna Ifill
, studies at The High School Experience (2022) and
Hazel Vet
, studied at The High School Experience (2021)
So, I was accused of plagiarism by my college French teacher.
He pulled me aside after an exam and said that he’d read my essay that I’d turned in the day before. He said it was phenomenal. So phenomenal, in fact, that he felt it was above my ability.
Based on my verbal speech performance in class, he didn’t believe I was capable of producing that kind of writing.
I’ve always had a bit of trouble with verbal speech — stammering, pausing, forgetting certain words in the moment, unusual word choices, and generally being thrown off from forming eloquent speech when I’m anxious or distracted. It’s probably related to my Asperger’s. Of course, this all became a lot more heightened when learning a foreign language, especially since this class had a lot of performative group assignments where we weren’t always given time to prepare. I knew I wasn’t the best at this, but I loved French and it was important to me to try it out.
As usual, I always fell back on my writing. That’s where I knew I excelled. Because I knew the speech stuff was going particularly rough in this class, I put in a lot of extra time and effort into the composition assignments. I agonized over word choice, cadence, and subject matter. I didn’t want to turn in something crappy. I wanted to make poetry. This was where I was going to take everything I learned and painstakingly turn it into a wonderful creation that I could proudly call mine. There was no other portion of the class I felt I could realistically master.
Based on your performance in class, I don’t believe you’re capable of this.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget those words.
I don’t use this term lightly, but in that moment, I felt mentally retarded. Sorry, but there’s no politically correct way to describe that feeling. At the very least, that’s how he saw me. Because of speech issues that were out of my control, my teacher didn’t believe I could possibly have any kind of above average language-related talent.
He told me to repeat a similar assignment in his office so he could observe me. I said I’d agree to it, but that replicating the exact same creative process would require a block of several hours, possibly over the span of a couple of days, so he should clear his schedule. I also said that if I was expected to do twice as much work as the other students on this assignment just because I had speech issues and social anxiety, I expected extra credit. He dropped it, I kept a low profile and did the bare minimum for the remainder of the class, and I managed to complete the class with a few shreds of my dignity.
Still, the sight of a French book made me feel a bit queasy for a long time. The idea of trying to speak French just made me nervous about sounding like a mentally challenged individual.
That was many years ago. It was only a few months ago that I finally picked up a French book again.
, Musical theatre actor working towards a BFA
Nikolas Shum
, IGCSE English & English Literature, The High School Experience and
Tristan Moore
, Student at The High School Experience (2010-present)
In fourth grade, we had a computer teacher (we’ll call her R). EVERYONE hated her, and I mean EVERYONE (the fourth grade actually started a petition to get her fired, she was THAT bad). She was mean, loud, always angry, and seemed to hate kids. Why she decided to be a teacher, I’ll never know why.
We only had computers once a week on Wednesdays, and so I would always dread Wednesdays. I was a kid who always wanted to please people, I wanted everyone to accept me, but I suffered from epilepsy, and still suffer from ADHD and anxiety, so I wasn’t the best at listening, and needed to be told certain things a couple of times. Apparently, this made me R’s ‘problem child.’
Every week I did something wrong, whether it be I was a little more behind on work than the others (I go to special classes because I’m considered ‘a(chǎn) little slow’), I’d forget where a certain button was on the screen or keyboard, you get the idea. R was extremely annoyed with me, and it drove me insane that someone, especially an authority figure, didn’t like me!
四年級時,我們有一個計算機(jī)老師(我們叫她R)。每個人都討厭她,我是說每一個人(四年級的學(xué)生居然發(fā)起了一個請愿,要求把她開除,她真是太壞了)。她很刻薄,很吵,總是很生氣,似乎很討厭孩子。我永遠(yuǎn)不知道為什么她會決定來當(dāng)老師。
我們每周只有周三有一次電腦課,所以我總是害怕周三。我是一個總想討好別人的孩子,我希望每個人都能接受我,但我患有癲癇病,現(xiàn)在還患有多動癥和焦慮癥,所以我不是最好的傾聽者,某些事情需要別人說幾次。顯然,這讓我成了R眼中的"問題孩子"。
每個星期我都會做錯事,不管是我的作業(yè)比別人落后一點(我上特長班是因為我被認(rèn)為'有點慢'),還是我會忘記屏幕或鍵盤上的某個按鈕在哪里,你懂的。R對我極為惱火,這讓我很緊張,因為有人,特別是一個權(quán)威人物,不喜歡我!
At the end of the class, I ran out of the computer lab cheering for myself in my head because everything had gone off without a hitch! Maybe I wasn't a giant nuisance after all, maybe R wouldn’t hate me anymore, maybe…
Until…
所以有一天,經(jīng)過幾個星期的、我似乎把所有的事情都搞砸了之后,我決定要好好地表現(xiàn)一天,這一天,完全不搞砸任何東西。一切都將是完美的。我的專注度達(dá)到了100%,我完美地按照指令行事,我完全照著R教我們的去做,我甚至還穿了一條可愛的黑色圓點裙,我想她會喜歡的。
下課時,我跑出電腦實驗室,在腦海里為自己歡呼,因為一切都順利完成了! 也許我并不是一個大麻煩,也許R不會再討厭我,也許... ...
直到...
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Oh no.
Dread filled my little 10 year old stomach. I slunk back into her classroom, my heart pounding.
As I began to do the simple task of stacking my keyboard onto my monitor, R decided this would be the perfect opportunity to start bitching me out.
“This is every week for you.”
“Wh-what?”
“This. Is every week for you.”
“I’m sorry, I just forgot to-“
"凱特琳,請回到教室,你忘了把鍵盤收起來。"
噢,不。
我10歲的小肚子里充滿了恐懼。躲躲閃閃地回到她的教室,心怦怦直跳。
當(dāng)我開始做把鍵盤疊放到顯示器上的簡單工作時,R認(rèn)為這將是開始作賤我的最佳機(jī)會。
"每個星期你都這樣。"
"什--什么?"
"你每周都要重復(fù)這種事不是嗎。"
"對不起,我只是忘了--"
“I just forgot, ok?”
As I tried to walk out of the classroom with a shred of dignity, R blocks my exit and starts YELLING.
“Do NOT walk away when I am speaking to you! You are the rudest, most incompetent child I have ever met! Apologize right now!”
At this point I was standing there crying, cowering. “I’m s-sorry!”
“You better be! I’ve had you in my class all year, and I can tell you, you’re nothing but a bitch, you’re never going to amount to anything because you can’t follow simple instructions, and even the simplest of tasks seem to be too difficult for you to handle!”
This. Teacher. Called. A 10 Year Old. A bitch.
"你怎么這么不聽話?你的同學(xué)都能完美地完成工作!"
"我只是忘了,好嗎?"
當(dāng)我想帶著一絲尊嚴(yán)走出教室時,R擋住了我的出口,開始大喊大叫。
"當(dāng)我在和你說話的時候,不要走開! 你是我見過的最粗魯、最無能的孩子! 馬上道歉!"
這時我站在那里哭了,畏畏縮縮。"我--對不起!"
"你最好是這樣! 我在班上帶了你一年,我可以告訴你,你不過是個賤人,永遠(yuǎn)都不會有什么出息,因為你聽不懂簡單的指令,即使是最簡單的任務(wù)對你來說似乎也太難處理了!"
這個。老師。叫。一個10歲的孩子。賤人。
She pointed towards the door. “Get back to class!”
I ran out of her room, crying hysterically. All my classmates saw my tear stained face and instantly knew what was up.
I never wore that polka dotted dress again, but the good news is: I’m now only 16 and self employed, but R got fired from the school after that year!
How’s THAT for never amounting to anything, R?
Edit: Holy hell, 1000 upvotes in 2 days??? How’d that happen?! Thanks so much guys, glad y’all like hearing about my horrid elementary school teachers! :D
此時,我之前寄托了很多希望的波點裙,現(xiàn)在已經(jīng)被淚水浸透了。我在R的冷眼下嚎啕大哭,渾身發(fā)抖。
她指了指門外。 "快回你的教室去!"
我跑出她的房間,歇斯底里地哭著。所有的同學(xué)都看到了我淚流滿面的樣子,立刻就知道是怎么回事了。
我再也沒有穿過那條波點裙,但好消息是。我現(xiàn)在只有16歲,已經(jīng)能養(yǎng)活自己,但R在那年之后被學(xué)校解雇了!
對于你覺得會一事無成的人來說這還成吧,R?
編輯:天哪,2天內(nèi)有1000個贊???怎么會這樣?!非常感謝各位,很高興你們都喜歡聽我可怕的小學(xué)老師的故事! :D
I don’t know what it is about 4th grade. I had a nice 4th grade teacher (Hi, Mrs. Brieden, if you’re out there!) but my kids? Whoa, Nelly, did they have a rough year in 4th grade. I’ve written before about the 4th grade teacher who told my wife and me to our faces that she hates students like our child, who always have their noses in a book! Excuse me? Isn’t the point of school to turn kids into learners, and isn’t reading the bedrock foundation of learning?
I am sorry you had a rough year, Kaitlyn, and I’m so pleased that you’ve risen above that monster of a “teacher” to be self employed. “Living well is the best revenge.”
我不記得四年級是怎么樣了。我有一個很好的四年級老師(嗨,布里登夫人,如果你能看見的話?。业暮⒆觽??哇,耐莉她們在四年級的時候過得很辛苦。我以前寫過一篇關(guān)于她們四年級老師的文章,她當(dāng)面告訴我和我的妻子,她討厭像我們的孩子這樣的總是把鼻子埋在書堆里的學(xué)生! 無語,學(xué)校的目的不是要把孩子變成學(xué)習(xí)者嗎,讀書不是學(xué)習(xí)的基石嗎?
很遺憾你那一年過得不順,凱特琳,我很高興你已經(jīng)越過了"老師"這個怪物,自謀職業(yè)了。"好好生活是最好的報復(fù)"。
原創(chuàng)翻譯:龍騰網(wǎng) http://www.flyercoupe.com 轉(zhuǎn)載請注明出處
I don’t get teachers that don’t want erudite students in their class either. I can remember moving from Texas to Iowa in the second grade, and the woman who taught our class told my parents I was “weird” because I would rather stay inside and read in the library than go outside to recess and get beat up and picked on every day. You can imagine how well that went over with my mother and father.
我也理解不了那些不希望班上有愛學(xué)習(xí)的學(xué)生的老師。我還記得二年級時從德克薩斯搬到愛荷華州,教我們班的女老師告訴我父母,我是個"怪人",因為我寧可呆在圖書館里看書,也不愿意到外面的課間休息,每天去挨打挨罵。可想而知,我爸媽對這番話有多滿意。
SOOO RELATABLE! I can’t count the number of times a teacher complained to my parents simple because I like to read.
“Can you tell your child to stop reading all the time?”
“Can you tell your child not to carry such a thick book to school?”
“Can you tell your child to stop reading science books?”
“Can you tell your child to stop reading 2 years ahead?”
太像了! 我數(shù)不清有多少次老師向我的父母抱怨,原因很簡單,因為我喜歡讀書。
"你能不能告訴你的孩子不要老是看書?"
"你能告訴你的孩子不要帶這么厚的書去上學(xué)嗎?"
"你能告訴你的孩子不要再看科普書了嗎?"
"你能告訴你的孩子不要再提前讀2年后的書嗎?"
I am 71 years old and I still get a Christmas card every year from my fifth grade teacher who is now 90 years old. and a retired l Benedictine nun, who lives in Oklahoma.
我已經(jīng)71歲了,我每年仍然從我的五年級老師那里得到一張圣誕卡,他現(xiàn)在90歲了。還有一位退休的本尼迪克特修女,住在俄克拉荷馬州。
, Homemaker (2012-present)
Morgan Wright
, studies at The High School Experience (2023) and
Illiana Ribbon
, studied at The High School Experience (2021)
“You need to stay away from Kate.”
I was in 5th grade and my teacher told me I needed to leave my best friend alone. I was confused. I asked her why and was told me and Kate are no longer friends.
I was heartbroken. I didnt understand why this was happening. I kept trying to make eye contact with Kate to find out what was going on but she ignored me.
At lunch I was forced to sit alone. Kate was sitting with all our friends. Tears silently poured down my face as I tried to eat. My dad had just died of cancer a few weeks ago and now I had lost my best friend.
My face must have shown my grief when i got home that day. My mom, who was usually too self absorbed to notice me, asked me what was wrong. The tears started again as I choked out that I wasn’t allowed to be Kate’s friend anymore. She got immediately concerned and asked why, but the sobbing took hold and I ran to my room.
While I was in my room I heard my mom make two phone calls. One was to my teacher. My mom demanded to know what happened. I guess my teacher told her that Kate’s mom didn’t want us to be friends anymore. My mom was pissed. Me and Kate had been besties since 1st grade. Kate’s mom had never liked me but I never saw this coming. My mom asked why they didn’t call her. The teacher said she didn’t think it concerned her.
“你得離凱特遠(yuǎn)點。”
我在五年級的時候,老師告訴我,我需要離開我最好的朋友。我很困惑。我問她為什么,被告知我和凱特不再是朋友了。
我很傷心。我不明白為什么會發(fā)生這種情況。我一直試圖與凱特進(jìn)行眼神交流,想知道發(fā)生了什么事,但她沒有理會我。
午飯時,我被迫獨自坐著。凱特和我們所有的朋友坐在一起。當(dāng)我想吃東西的時候,眼淚悄悄地從我的臉上流下來。幾個星期前,我爸爸剛剛死于癌癥,現(xiàn)在我又失去了我最好的朋友。
當(dāng)我那天回到家時,我的臉上一定顯示出了我的悲傷。我的媽媽,通常一個很自戀的人,都注意到了我,問我怎么了。當(dāng)我哽咽著說我不能再做凱特的朋友時,眼淚又開始了。她馬上關(guān)心起來,問我為什么,但哭聲控制不住,我跑回了我的房間。
當(dāng)我在房間里的時候,我聽到我媽媽打了兩個電話。一個是打給我的老師。我媽媽要求知道發(fā)生了什么事。我猜老師告訴她,凱特的媽媽不想讓我們再做朋友了。我媽媽很生氣。我和凱特從一年級開始就一直是好朋友。凱特的媽媽從來沒有喜歡過我,但我從來沒有看到這一點。我媽問他們?yōu)槭裁床唤o她打電話?老師說,她認(rèn)為這不關(guān)她的事。
Then the conversation took an interesting turn. “What do you mean Kate thinks she’s too bossy?! She could have just talked to Sami. This was the extreme option. Can’t she just talk to her? Maybe they can work something out.”
So there was the truth. Kate didn’t want to be my friend. My mom was more pissed at my teacher for not calling her. I refused to go back to school. I couldn’t deal with it. I later ended up in the hospital for attempting suicide.
The teacher could have handled it differently. I was treated like a criminal basically. Everyone seemed intent on keeping me away from my friend that day and it hurt me deeply.
我猜我媽媽已經(jīng)掛了電話 因為接下來我就知道她在對凱特的媽媽大喊大叫了 "你怎么能這樣做,她剛失去了她的父親,她本來就已經(jīng)很難過了!"
然后,談話了一個有趣的轉(zhuǎn)折。"你說凱特覺得她太霸道是什么意思?!她可以直接和薩米談。這是極端的選擇。她就不能和她談?wù)剢??也許她們自己可以解決一些問題。"
原來事實是這樣的。是凱特不想和我做朋友。我媽媽更生氣,因為我的老師沒有給她打電話。我拒絕回學(xué)校。我無法處理這件事。后來我因為自殺未遂住進(jìn)了醫(yī)院。
老師可以換一種方式處理的。我基本上被她當(dāng)作罪犯對待。那天,每個人似乎都想讓我遠(yuǎn)離我的朋友,這深深地傷害了我。
And I need to add something after reading certain comments.
I was just a child and I was hurt. I didnt realize I was getting on her nerves. I would have most certainly changed if I did. Im still unsure if my “bossiness” was the reason why she didnt want to be my friend all of a sudden. It could have just been an excuse to get away from me but we will never know.
I wasn’t some kind of mastermind bent on making Kate’s life a living hell. I didn’t know that I was acting a bad way because I was never taught about right and wrong. I was just myself with her, just like anyone else would be with their best friend.
Again thank you for the upvotes everyone!! :))
編輯:哇! 超過5千的贊。謝謝大家!
看完某些評論,我還需要補(bǔ)充一些東西。
我當(dāng)時只是一個孩子,我很受傷。我沒有意識到我在讓她感到不舒服。如果我知道,我肯定會改。我至今仍然不確定我的"霸道"是否是她突然不想做我朋友的原因。它可能只是一個擺脫我的借口,但我永遠(yuǎn)不會知道了。
我不是那種一心想把凱特的生活變成地獄的策劃者。我不知道自己的行為很糟糕,因為我從來沒有被教導(dǎo)過關(guān)于對與錯的問題。我只是想和她在一起,就像其他人和他們最好的朋友一樣。
再次感謝大家的加持!! :))
Am I the only one more angry with Kate than with the teacher? She could have grown a pair and told Sami herself that she didn’t want to be friends anymore. This kind of lack in communication solves nothing, and it sounds like adults are more than willing to enable Kate in avoiding her own issues.
I do think the teacher could have handled it differently, but I also wonder what Kate might have told the teacher in order for the teacher to enforce the separation so severely. Maybe the teacher was just doing her job.
Of course, I don’t know, I’m just saying I don’t think Kate is getting nearly enough heat in these comments.
難道只有我對凱特比對老師更生氣嗎?她可以長個心眼,自己告訴薩米,她不想再做朋友了。這種缺乏溝通的做法解決不了任何問題,而且聽起來大人更愿意利用凱特來逃避自己的問題。
我是覺得老師可以有不同的處理方式,但我也不知道凱特可能告訴了老師什么,老師才會如此嚴(yán)厲地執(zhí)行分離。也許老師只是在做她的工作。
當(dāng)然,我也不知道,我只是說我覺得凱特在這些評論中受到的熱度還遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)不夠。
This thing didn't so much break my heart as made me angry. I work in the educational support position at a school district in my town.One day while I was waiting for the elementary children to be dismissed, I overheard one teacher telling a student that she likes her lids put on straight, I continued listening and the little boy questioned her about what she meant, she proceeded to tell the little boy that he wasn't going to be fit to be any more than a garbage man when he grew up, because he couldn't follow simple instructions.
這件事并沒有讓我傷心,而是讓我很生氣。我在我所在的鎮(zhèn)上的一個校區(qū)從事教育輔助工作。有一天,我在等待小學(xué)生放學(xué)的時候,無意中聽到一個老師對一個學(xué)生說,她喜歡把自己的蓋子放正,我繼續(xù)聽著,小男孩問她是什么意思,她接著告訴小男孩,他長大后連一個清潔工都做不了,因為他簡單的指令都聽不懂。
, Deep Learning Engineer
Hazel Sloane
, studied at The High School Experience (2021) and
Caleb Messinger
, studies The High School Experience at Ballard High School (2023)
I was seven years old in first grade. One day, the art teacher asked us to draw an activity we enjoyed the most. Considering my parents are very religious, and we’d go every Sunday to church, I decided to draw my parents, myself, and my twin brother going to church as I really enjoyed this family activity. When the art teacher saw what I drew, she went, “Wow! This is so beautiful! You’re so talented!” I guess what I created looked nice, maybe because I have a natural talent in drawing and painting. The art teacher continued raving about what I had drawn.
So towards the end of the day, I was standing by the classroom door, and my first-grade teacher was also there. At that point, the art teacher was passing by and sees us both and goes to my teacher: “Did I tell you what a wonderful drawing your student did at my classroom?? He drew this nice picture of the entire family going to church!” My teacher, without showing any hint of emotion, gave her a strange look and goes: “He did?? Honestly, I really don’t like this kid”, and was moving her head dismissively continuing to bash me to her as to how much she did not like me — and mind you, I could hear everything. I was stunned and hurt to witness this. I was only seven years old, and the idea of my teacher hating me was painful to experience. I could not understand why she hated me this much. And, in all honesty, I was never a difficult child. All I did was a nice drawing and expected some kind of positive reaction. Even the art teacher seemed puzzled of her negativity towards me. It just didn’t make any sense. This happened at Cheesequake School in Old Bridge New Jersey in 1982.
I guess the saying is right when it says:
“I don’t remember what you said to me, I just remember how you made me feel…”
那年我七歲,上小學(xué)一年級。有一天,美術(shù)老師讓我們畫一個我們最喜歡的活動。考慮到我的父母非常虔誠,我們每個星期天都會去教堂,我決定畫我的父母、我自己和我的雙胞胎弟弟去教堂,因為我非常喜歡這項家庭活動。當(dāng)美術(shù)老師看到我畫的東西時,她說:"哇!這太漂亮了!你真有天賦!"我想我創(chuàng)作的東西看起來不錯,也許是因為我在繪畫方面有天生的天賦吧。美術(shù)老師繼續(xù)對我畫的東西贊不絕口。
于是,快放學(xué)時,我站在教室門口,我的一年級老師也在那里。這時,美術(shù)老師路過,看到我們倆,就去找我的老師:"我有沒有告訴你,你的學(xué)生在我的教室里畫了一幅多么精彩的畫?他畫的這幅全家人去教堂的畫真好看!" 我的老師沒有流露出任何情感,奇怪地看了她一眼,說"他畫的?說實話,我真的不喜歡這個孩子",而且還很不屑地動了動頭,繼續(xù)向她抨擊我,說她有多不喜歡我--要知道,我什么都聽得見。目睹這一切,我驚呆了,也很受傷。我當(dāng)時只有七歲,老師討厭我的想法讓我很痛苦。我不明白她為什么這么恨我。而且,說實話,我從來都不是一個難纏的孩子。我所做的只是畫了一幅漂亮的畫,并期望得到某種積極的反應(yīng)。連美術(shù)老師都對她對我的消極態(tài)度感到疑惑。這根本就沒有任何意義。這事發(fā)生在1982年新澤西州老橋鎮(zhèn)學(xué)校。
我想這句話說得對:
"我不記得你對我說了什么,我只記得你給我的感覺..."
, Software Developer
Gianna Ifill
, studies at The High School Experience (2022) and
Hazel Vet
, studied at The High School Experience (2021)
So, I was accused of plagiarism by my college French teacher.
He pulled me aside after an exam and said that he’d read my essay that I’d turned in the day before. He said it was phenomenal. So phenomenal, in fact, that he felt it was above my ability.
Based on my verbal speech performance in class, he didn’t believe I was capable of producing that kind of writing.
I’ve always had a bit of trouble with verbal speech — stammering, pausing, forgetting certain words in the moment, unusual word choices, and generally being thrown off from forming eloquent speech when I’m anxious or distracted. It’s probably related to my Asperger’s. Of course, this all became a lot more heightened when learning a foreign language, especially since this class had a lot of performative group assignments where we weren’t always given time to prepare. I knew I wasn’t the best at this, but I loved French and it was important to me to try it out.
我被大學(xué)法語老師指責(zé)抄襲。
他在一次考試后把我拉到一邊,說他看了我前一天交的作文。他說我的文章非常出色,事實上,他覺得我的文章超出了我的能力范圍。
根據(jù)我在課堂上的語言表現(xiàn),他不相信我有能力寫出那樣的文章。
我在口頭演講方面一直有點問題--結(jié)巴、停頓、當(dāng)下忘了某些詞,選詞不尋常,一般來說,當(dāng)我焦慮或分心時,頭腦就會混沌,無法形成雄辯的演講。這可能與我的阿斯伯格癥有關(guān)。當(dāng)然,這一切在學(xué)習(xí)外語時變得更加突出,尤其是這門課有很多臨時的表演性的小組作業(yè),我們不一定有時間準(zhǔn)備。我知道自己并不是最優(yōu)秀的,但我喜歡法語,嘗試一下對我很重要。
Based on your performance in class, I don’t believe you’re capable of this.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget those words.
和往常一樣,我總是傾注心力在我的寫作上。那是我知道自己擅長的地方。因為我知道這門課上演講的東西特別粗糙,所以我在作文作業(yè)上多花了很多時間和精力。我為選詞、節(jié)奏和主題而苦惱。我不想交出蹩腳的東西。我想做詩。在這里,我要把我所學(xué)到的一切,費盡心思地把它變成一種美妙的創(chuàng)作,我可以自豪地稱之為“我的創(chuàng)作”。這節(jié)課沒有其他部分能讓我覺得我可以如此真實地掌握。
“根據(jù)你在課堂上的表現(xiàn),我不相信你有這個能力?!?br /> 我想我永遠(yuǎn)不會忘記這句話。
He told me to repeat a similar assignment in his office so he could observe me. I said I’d agree to it, but that replicating the exact same creative process would require a block of several hours, possibly over the span of a couple of days, so he should clear his schedule. I also said that if I was expected to do twice as much work as the other students on this assignment just because I had speech issues and social anxiety, I expected extra credit. He dropped it, I kept a low profile and did the bare minimum for the remainder of the class, and I managed to complete the class with a few shreds of my dignity.
Still, the sight of a French book made me feel a bit queasy for a long time. The idea of trying to speak French just made me nervous about sounding like a mentally challenged individual.
That was many years ago. It was only a few months ago that I finally picked up a French book again.
我不輕易用這個詞,但在那一刻,我覺得自己是個智障。對不起,但沒有政治正確的方式來描述這種感覺。至少,他是這么看我的。因為我無法控制的語言問題,我的老師不相信我可能有任何一種高于平均水平的語言相關(guān)天賦。
他讓我在他的辦公室重復(fù)一次類似的作業(yè),讓他觀察我。我說我同意,但復(fù)制完全相同的創(chuàng)作過程需要幾個小時的時間,可能要花上幾天的時間,所以他應(yīng)該安排一下他的日程。我還說,如果僅僅因為我有語言問題和社交焦慮,就要求我在這個任務(wù)上做比其他學(xué)生多一倍的工作,那我希望得到額外的學(xué)分。他放棄了,我保持低調(diào),在剩下的課上做了最起碼的工作,我成功地完成了這門課,還保留了幾分尊嚴(yán)。
不過,看到法語書的時候,我還是很長時間都覺得有點不舒服。想到要試著說法語,我就緊張得像個智障人士。
那是很多年前的事了。直到幾個月前,我終于又拿起了一本法語書。