My mom is a teacher, though she didn't go full-time until I was almost out of high school. Because of this I have known a lot of teacher friends of hers--none of whom were ever teachers of mine, though my senior year science teacher was the husband of a teacher-friend with whom I had interacted socially before, which was awkward.
So I feel totally justified in saying this:
Teachers are much more sadistic than you think. You know how you would sometimes have a moment of rational thought when fuming silently that your teacher was being a dick on purpose, that voice in your head (and probably a similar voice coming from your parents) that said you were imagining things and they weren't being mean just to be mean?
That voice is lying to you. It might just as well be offering cake for all the truth in it.
Not that teachers often bully students for giggles--though some do--but that they assign projects and work that they know will be complicated and frustrating and time-consuming. They inflict surprise tests. They sit you next to people you hate. That kind of shit.
One big one I remember was multiple choice tests. Remember when you took those, and the answers would seem to have a pattern? If they went 'A, B, C, D' over and over or a bunch of answers in a row were all the same letter, you panicked because you thought you were getting all the wrong answers. Because how would they do that on purpose? Wouldn't it just be a careless mistake? You don't want kids guessing right, after all!
Yeah. They were doing that shit on purpose just to fuck with your head. They might not have been laughing out loud but inside they were having a serious incidence of giggle incontinence. You can bet your silent panic in the classroom was the subject of dinner stories for years after.
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