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Friday, December 17, 2010

Another trip down memory lane

Thanks to a lack of progress on a few other entries I have been working on, I figured I would share with my followers time in the past when I was little.This story gets in my head and infuriates me to no end very often. Just thinking about it now is already getting my blood boiling, which might be a good thing since it is freaking cold in this room right now.

I was in the first grade with quite the bitch of a teacher. She might not have been the worst, but extremely close to it. She could be nice and I recall a few instances where she actually was to me specifically, but it doesn't excuse her for what she had did this time. She bullied and humiliated me in front of class.

In the classroom, we had a closet/coat rack where everyone kept their backpacks, lunch, and coats. When we were allowed to go to the closet, it would be quite the scramble to get to your stuff, since the closet was quite confined. Often, we would have to wait to get to our things, and sometimes in the scramble, people's things would be knocked down, or even sometimes knocked off the hooks but wouldn't fall down until later because of how compact everything was. Thus, started a problem.

People's coats would be stepped on, becoming dirty or sometimes ripped. My parents were getting upset how my big-ass coat would be so dirty and worn for being rather new so they complained to the school. The teacher then decided to take this up with me during the middle of class.

"All right, Tal, so who stepped on your coat?" She asked out of nowhere, out loud to everyone. We were learning fire saftey at the moment I think, and it must have triggered her memory on this matter or something. there was no specific persons that step on one's coat, it just accidentally happened at times. I tried to convey this notion to her, but being 6... maybe 7 at the time, I was quite short on words.
"Um... pretty much everyone...?"
She then decided to go to each student and asked them if they stepped on my coat. OF COURSE no one would admit it, so she prosecuted me further. "None of them said they did it, are you lying?"
"No!"
"But they said they didn't! Maybe you stepped on your own coat!"
"No! Maybe they are lying?"
She then asked if they were lying... cause that will work. When everyone denied it, she kept badgering me to make me say I stepped on my own coat, and though I have always been quite the stubborn person, at that age being in trouble scared me more, so I finally gave in. She then went on how I should not lie and scolded me for lying and basically made me feel like absolute crap.

When I went home, my father told me the teacher called him and said I stepped on my own coat. I broke down and cried, telling him how I really didn't, but no one would say they did, so she blamed me. He believed me, and said they'd get me a new coat (I really didn't care to have a new one but whatever), and told me to keep a watch on my coat from now on. If someone stepped on it, just tell on them right away. Yeah, that would never work, but I didn't have this problem later since that scene in the classroom made my classmates a "little" more careful with the closet.

That same teacher became a principal at a middle school later, and wanted to enforce a dress code that parents must pay for. I feel bad for that school tremendously. She was even a teacher in my middle school, but luckily i didn't have her. The interactions I had with her were very short and I wouldn't converse with her. I still want to make her pay somehow, even just to convey a message because she made my 1st grade really miserable, which led to miserable school years till high school. I can't blame her for everything, but she sure as hell didn't make everything wonderful.

15 comments:

  1. Somehow, I feel that we were in the same class........

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  2. I used to have friend that had a teacher like this, it made him really unhappy. I also had my fair share of dodgy teachers too, I feel for you man.

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  3. Damn, dont let this stuff get to you. It will all be a memory soon. Better things to come

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  4. It's always easier to remember the bad times than the good memories during school ain't it!

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  5. Yeah, i think, too. 100% agree with Bargain Hunter

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  6. teachers like that make me wanna enforce a stricter teacher code

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  7. oh bad and good mem, i love them all

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  8. bad memories are easier to remember than the good ones aren't they..

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  9. What a bitch :/ You should have cunt punched her. A first grader is short enough for that. What she did was low. She just could've told the entire class to be careful instead of being a bitch :/ At least you don't have to see her anymore at least.

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  10. a memories they can always fuck you

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  11. Funny what sticks in the mind - years later.

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  12. I crapped in my pants once in kiddiegarten because the teacher was mean and I was scared to ask to get up. My mom had to pick me up. I got in trouble for that one.

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  13. "just tell on them right away"

    The Fresh Prince was right, parents just don't understand

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  14. What kind of kid would step on his own coat? He's either wearing it or putting it up... I don't get it lol, what a bitch teacher.

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