Edit because I saw it too late: Holy shit, Viga. That is so terrible! No kid should have to experience that
... FFFFF I also always wanted that rabbit to get some fucking cereal!
My younger sister had a few incidents where she was right about something and the teacher was wrong and stupid about it. Once, something was incorrectly marked wrong on a test, and another time, she was sent out into the hall for talking in class, but the talker had not been her, but a girl sitting near her. Luckily my parents spoke to the teachers about those incidents and they were worked out.
As for my own injustices, there are a few that still bother me. The first doesn't relate to school, but parental discipline. It was winter and I was in second grade, playing in the snow with a neighbor boy who was my age. I had found a few plates of ice that looked really neat, and was playing with them when the boy came over and broke them, unprovoked. When I protested, he punched me - a little girl - in the face. I ran and told my mom what happened, and she talked to his mother, but he was never punished in any way. To this day I wish I had punched that kid back and pushed him down the snow pile, consequences be damned. That little fucker.
The second incident also happened in second grade. In gym class, they wanted us to square dance or something. For some reason I don't clearly remember, I really did not want to do it. I told this to the gym teacher, who apparently responded so mockingly that I stuck out my tongue at him in defiance when his back was turned. The other gym teacher caught this, and I got punished for it. My fault for being a douchebag, really, but that moment really made me despise authority figures.
Middle school and early high school had the usual harrassments over appearance/popularity/whatever. People teased me for being different, liking anime, the usual stuff. Female bullies, however, are actually wusses when push comes to shove. In middle school, I remember whapping a girl in the face with a pillow after she unleashed some harrassment on me at Girl Scout camp, and she ran away screaming about how she was bleeding. (She was clearly not bleeding or hurt in any way.)
Then later on in high school, two students in my health class decided it would be funny to pour soda on my notes/drawings while I was in the bathroom and the teacher was somewhere else. When I came back, they were watching me and giggling, and pretty clearly incriminated themselves. So I picked up the notebook, and wiped it on the back of the girl's shirt, and sat back down to continue class. They were pretty stunned. The girl's friends got on my case about it later in the day, saying I had to buy her a new shirt and all this shit, but I never got in an ounce of trouble. It was a douchebag thing of me to do, but at that point I had decided to stop taking shit from people who picked on me. And no one did bother me again after that, though I had quite a reputation as a bitch. I didn't really mind.
Also, not being able to take Japanese in high school, because it was for "gifted students" only? Yeah, fuck you, school. I had better grades than most of the kids in there. /bitterness
Also, not being able to take Japanese in high school, because it was for "gifted students" only? Yeah, fuck you, school. I had better grades than most of the kids in there. /bitterness
Oh man I could go on for days about this one. In my district, the "gifted students" where selected at the start of first grade, and they had a special program they followed straight up through 8th grade. The real benefit here is being able to take Algebra in the 8th grade and have a jump on high school math, so that you could really get Calculus under your belt before college. I moved into town in the second grade, was an OK/above average student, but started pulling straight A's by 5th grade. I had to have my parents wage battles with the school to get me into advanced math in the 8th grade. To this day I cannot understand that selection process. It make absolutely no sense.
Sounds to me like an extremely poorly worded question, or a poor recollection of said question. Given some of the questions I remember, I'd go with the former. They should bar physics teachers from talking about tires, they really don't understand them.
You're basing this off Apreche's comment who also has no fucking clue how tires work. While yes it's a dumb question to ask which specialized tire generates more friction, I have no doubt that there's ample of poor recollection going on as well because this way ego can be stroked as usual.
I have no doubt that there's ample of poor recollection going on as well because this way ego can be stroked as usual.
Not likely. American schools very often use test questions that are aimed at the dimmer children/teachers, in that they are vague such that more than one answer can reasonably be argued to be correct. One particular answer is expected, but it is not the only technically correct one. This is very, very common. Coupled with the "do not question the teacher" mentality so common in schools, and it basically just punished smarter kids for no good reason.
Like how I just got made to re-do a year after school fucked up my report and I went from a 5.6/7 to a 3.3/7 and they only found out 6 weeks into term and now it is against school policy to let me back into my right year. Yeah thats suck I have to be a junior for another year. At least I get to do some more maths and physics this year......
You would think that a selective private school that has me on a scholarship would not make such a retarded mistake.
No, I'm being realistic, twat. Apreche is fallible and it's very likely that he has forgotten a detail of the question. Just because you heard similar stories does not mean this one is the same case. You're making an absolute claim without absolute knowledge.
No, I'm being realistic, twat. Apreche is fallible and it's very likely that he has forgotten a detail of the question. Just because you heard similar stories does not mean this one is the same case. You're making an absolute claim without absolute knowledge.
Does it really matter either way? Yes it is possible that Scott could have forgotten something, but isn't the main point that our public schools can eat a dick?
No, I'm being realistic, twat. Apreche is fallible and it's very likely that he has forgotten a detail of the question. Just because you heard similar stories does not mean this one is the same case. You're making an absolute claim without absolute knowledge.
He's making a broad claim based on personal knowledge, a claim that I've experienced myself and completely agree with.
--I was an awkward fat kid who got viciously mocked by a couple of guys for my weight. When I made a witty rebuttal about their slut mothers or likely-broken homes, I was always the one who got in trouble. The others got off scott-free. --My 7th Grade science teacher would not admit fault when I explained that the human body can indeed fight off a bacterial infection without antibiotics if given a long time, and that anti-virals do indeed exist and are used in avian flu and emergency HIV treatment. She asserted that I was wrong on the first count and that the existence of anti-virals "doesn't matter because they're not widely used." I remember my disgust at this vividly. --I got marked down on a Spanish test in 7th grade for using the word "zumo" instead of "jugo" for "juice" -- both are technically correct. The same thing happened with "papas" vs. "patatas." My teacher would not give me the points when I pointed this out. I dropped the class and tested immediately into the accelerated Spanish track in high school two years later.
--In my senior year of high school, I gave an opinion on the Spanish Inquisition and the Catholic church from the "perspective of a Spaniard." The following exchange took place between me and the hardline-Catholic, dogmatic teacher, who claimed to "know my family" because they lived in her neighborhood:
Her: "You're not a Spaniard, you're an American." Me: "Ah, I beg your pardon?" Her: "You're not a Spaniard, you're an American." Me: "I hold and EU passport and am recognized as a citizen therein." Her: "You have never lived in Spain and cannot hold claim to being a citizen." Me: "International law disagrees with you." Her: "Your grandfather was born in Spain, your father was born in America, you are an American." Me: "No, my father's an immigrant. You should do your research. I am a Spaniard, I'm first-generation, I'm a dual-citizen." Her: "This is over, you're an American and not a Spaniard."
I spent the rest of senior year making her life a living hell; she never recovered from that moment. I had particular fun with daily prayer; as it was a Catholic school, she was required to accept petitions from all students without complaint. One day, she declared that no one outside of Catholicism could achieve salvation (Lumen Gentium and the word of a bishop I know disagrees entirely). So, I made a list of 14 members of other faiths who had done great works for humanity: Martin Luther King, Jr., Gandhi, the Dalai Lama, etc. For two weeks, she had to tolerate me mocking her in front of the entire class, while staying silent, during prayer.
--In my senior year of high school, I gave an opinion on the Spanish Inquisition and the Catholic church from the "perspective of a Spaniard." The following exchange took place between me and the hardline-Catholic, dogmatic teacher, who claimed to "know my family" because they lived in her neighborhood:
Her: "You're not a Spaniard, you're an American." Me: "Ah, I beg your pardon?" Her: "You're not a Spaniard, you're an American." Me: "I hold and EU passport and am recognized as a citizen therein." Her: "You have never lived in Spain and cannot hold claim to being a citizen." Me: "International law disagrees with you." Her: "Your grandfather was born in Spain, your father was born in America, you are an American." Me: "No, my father's an immigrant. You should do your research. I am a Spaniard, I'm first-generation, I'm a dual-citizen." Her: "This is over, you're an American and not a Spaniard."
I spent the rest of senior year making her life a living hell; she never recovered from that moment. I had particular fun with daily prayer; as it was a Catholic school, she was required to accept petitions from all students without complaint. One day, she declared that no one outside of Catholicism could achieve salvation (Lumen Gentium and the word of a bishop I know disagrees entirely). So, I made a list of 14 members of other faiths who had done great works for humanity: Martin Luther King, Jr., Gandhi, the Dalai Lama, etc. For two weeks, she had to tolerate me mocking her in front of the entire class, while staying silent, during prayer.
One day, she declared that no one outside of Catholicism could achieve salvation
Sounds like the dumb bitch was still stuck on the old clause of Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus. It's sad how many cradle Catholics know somewhere between jack and shit about their religion, or know just enough to sound like they know something to the neophytes (and sound like morons to the rest of us). I learned more in two seasons of attending RCIA classes (with what would eventually be my ex-wife, as she was planning on converting) than I learned in eighteen years' worth of catechism classes. Oddly enough, it was those classes and my later divorce that finally cemented my belief that organized religion was nothing but a scam and put me firmly in the "never going back" camp.
If one religion is true, then all religions must have truth.
And thusly if one religion believes that non-believers in their creed go to hell then that must be true for all creeds, and as such everyone is going to hell by default. Guess it's going to be one hell of a party down there!
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... FFFFF I also always wanted that rabbit to get some fucking cereal!
My younger sister had a few incidents where she was right about something and the teacher was wrong and stupid about it. Once, something was incorrectly marked wrong on a test, and another time, she was sent out into the hall for talking in class, but the talker had not been her, but a girl sitting near her. Luckily my parents spoke to the teachers about those incidents and they were worked out.
As for my own injustices, there are a few that still bother me. The first doesn't relate to school, but parental discipline. It was winter and I was in second grade, playing in the snow with a neighbor boy who was my age. I had found a few plates of ice that looked really neat, and was playing with them when the boy came over and broke them, unprovoked. When I protested, he punched me - a little girl - in the face. I ran and told my mom what happened, and she talked to his mother, but he was never punished in any way. To this day I wish I had punched that kid back and pushed him down the snow pile, consequences be damned. That little fucker.
The second incident also happened in second grade. In gym class, they wanted us to square dance or something. For some reason I don't clearly remember, I really did not want to do it. I told this to the gym teacher, who apparently responded so mockingly that I stuck out my tongue at him in defiance when his back was turned. The other gym teacher caught this, and I got punished for it. My fault for being a douchebag, really, but that moment really made me despise authority figures.
Middle school and early high school had the usual harrassments over appearance/popularity/whatever. People teased me for being different, liking anime, the usual stuff. Female bullies, however, are actually wusses when push comes to shove. In middle school, I remember whapping a girl in the face with a pillow after she unleashed some harrassment on me at Girl Scout camp, and she ran away screaming about how she was bleeding. (She was clearly not bleeding or hurt in any way.)
Then later on in high school, two students in my health class decided it would be funny to pour soda on my notes/drawings while I was in the bathroom and the teacher was somewhere else. When I came back, they were watching me and giggling, and pretty clearly incriminated themselves. So I picked up the notebook, and wiped it on the back of the girl's shirt, and sat back down to continue class. They were pretty stunned. The girl's friends got on my case about it later in the day, saying I had to buy her a new shirt and all this shit, but I never got in an ounce of trouble. It was a douchebag thing of me to do, but at that point I had decided to stop taking shit from people who picked on me. And no one did bother me again after that, though I had quite a reputation as a bitch. I didn't really mind.
Also, not being able to take Japanese in high school, because it was for "gifted students" only? Yeah, fuck you, school. I had better grades than most of the kids in there. /bitterness
You would think that a selective private school that has me on a scholarship would not make such a retarded mistake.
I've seen questions almost identical to the one he's described commonly. They're poorly worded questions.
--My 7th Grade science teacher would not admit fault when I explained that the human body can indeed fight off a bacterial infection without antibiotics if given a long time, and that anti-virals do indeed exist and are used in avian flu and emergency HIV treatment. She asserted that I was wrong on the first count and that the existence of anti-virals "doesn't matter because they're not widely used." I remember my disgust at this vividly.
--I got marked down on a Spanish test in 7th grade for using the word "zumo" instead of "jugo" for "juice" -- both are technically correct. The same thing happened with "papas" vs. "patatas." My teacher would not give me the points when I pointed this out. I dropped the class and tested immediately into the accelerated Spanish track in high school two years later.
--In my senior year of high school, I gave an opinion on the Spanish Inquisition and the Catholic church from the "perspective of a Spaniard." The following exchange took place between me and the hardline-Catholic, dogmatic teacher, who claimed to "know my family" because they lived in her neighborhood:
Her: "You're not a Spaniard, you're an American."
Me: "Ah, I beg your pardon?"
Her: "You're not a Spaniard, you're an American."
Me: "I hold and EU passport and am recognized as a citizen therein."
Her: "You have never lived in Spain and cannot hold claim to being a citizen."
Me: "International law disagrees with you."
Her: "Your grandfather was born in Spain, your father was born in America, you are an American."
Me: "No, my father's an immigrant. You should do your research. I am a Spaniard, I'm first-generation, I'm a dual-citizen."
Her: "This is over, you're an American and not a Spaniard."
I spent the rest of senior year making her life a living hell; she never recovered from that moment. I had particular fun with daily prayer; as it was a Catholic school, she was required to accept petitions from all students without complaint. One day, she declared that no one outside of Catholicism could achieve salvation (Lumen Gentium and the word of a bishop I know disagrees entirely). So, I made a list of 14 members of other faiths who had done great works for humanity: Martin Luther King, Jr., Gandhi, the Dalai Lama, etc. For two weeks, she had to tolerate me mocking her in front of the entire class, while staying silent, during prayer.