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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.

"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." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.

In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.

Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.

I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.

This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.

Never forget.

"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." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shit

it’s twisted stuff

this is important.

FUCKING!

THIS!

ALL OF THIS!

My freshman year, my ancient world history teacher yelled at me for finishing my work ahead of time because he wanted to complete it as a class. He asked me, “What are you gonna do now? Stare at the wall?” to which I replied, “Yup.”

Every time I see this I share another of my stories so here goes.

I got scolded by a teacher in 3rd grade because I finished the hour-long standardized test in 20 minutes. I tried to explain that I didn’t “christmas-tree” it or anything like that, but the woman was not having it. The school counselor, who I had been seeing every week because I needed legit counseling, came to the classroom and had to explain, “Her second grade teacher had the same problem with her. It’s why she’s in multi-age instead of normal classes. She’s just fast.” The same problem. Okay. The next year, while the rest of the school was taking the test normally, I was pulled aside with two other students with “the same problem”, put in a dark room, with a different test, and told we weren’t allowed to get up until the two hours to take both tests were up. I was finished in less than one hour. When the hour mark hit, the rest of the school got recess. Did I mention the room had a window? The other kids and I watched as all the other kids got to have recess, and we were supposed to be grateful for the water they gave us and “how quiet it is in here. You think you’re geniuses or something right? You should like the quiet. This is a privilege you strange children. If I had my way you’d be thrown out for your poor behavior.” What was my behavior issue? Refusing to hold myself back to be like the other students.

To this day I have trouble learning from teachers because so many of them gave up on me because they thought I was “too good” already. Even in math which I have always been terrible at (In 3rd grade we created number machines that were basically low level algebra problems, and it was assumed I was gifted at math because I could solve them, but I needed a calculator for the actual adding-subtracting-whatever. I understand the logic, not the numbers).

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