<p>This was freshman year. We were reading Les Miserables in Honors English and discussing Fantine. By the description in the book, we all knew Fantine was a prostitute. Still, the teacher wanted to make sure we were all on the same page. So she asked the class what Fantine’s occupation is, and of course, no one answered. So for ten minutes she was trying to give us hints about prostitution. Finally, she was like “COME ON…Fantine is a PROSTITUTE!!”</p>
<p>Oh, and in Honors World History freshman year, the teacher accused me of cheating. The day before each test, she was always like “don’t cheat now [runningwriter].” I NEVER cheat, and I think that is a horrible way to earn your grades. I think she thought I cheated because on one test, me and another girl from a different class had the same completely wrong answer, so she must have assumed something. Anyways, the day before the final, she threatened to tell every history teacher in the school that I cheat if I did so on the final. Again, I NEVER have nor EVER will cheat, and she was making false accusations.</p>
<p>This isn’t a teacher, but the principal. He heard me play piano at a regional contest thing. At the end of it, he told me that if he were getting married, he would have me play piano at his wedding. Considering that he’s already married, I thought it was quite awkward.</p>
<p>IV, I believe you were lucky enough to see a “sample” of my beautiful literature. Yes, she was the one who instilled the values into my heart. The poetry I take my time on has been compared to “Robert Frost in his magenta stage, yet still not comparable since it is much better.”</p>
<p>my ap government teacher was talking about me to her other classes behind my back, spreading rumors accusing me of being racist against black people just because i asked a lot of questions in her class</p>
<p>ever since then i have not asked as many questions because apparently it is annoying, especially when the teachers are incompetent</p>
<p>The English department chair person denied me the opportunity to join AP English Literature and AP English Language class, she said (and I quote):</p>
<p>“Your career plan has nothing to do with the English language, you speak Spanish, why do you even need it?”</p>
<p>Career plan referring to Medicine and Public Health, emphasis on Latin American countries</p>
<p>I thought of another one! It was in freshman Honors English again. The teacher was trying to get everyone to be quiet and apparently I didn’t hear her. I was talking to someone about the project she had just assigned and didn’t realize that most of the class had gone silent. Then the teacher was like “somebody throw a brick at [runningwriter]'s head!” WTH.</p>
<p>Once in freshmen geometry the there was this concept that the teacher was not explaining. So I raised my hand and said in a really neutral way “I think this is what everyone is so confused on (I actually understood it too, I just thought it was helpful)” and she goes “SILENCE. THAT IS HOW RUMORS START AND SPREAD. I THINK YOU NEED TO CHANGE WHAT YOU JUST SAID AND NOT MAKE ANYMORE GENERAL STATMENTS LIKE THAT.” She then proceeded to call my mother at home and tell her that my behavior in school was unacceptable. I know this sounds like I made it all up it’s so ridiculous. Once kids imitating her southern accent and the way she said "edline"j and she suspended them both for racism.</p>
<p>One time way back in 7th grade I said something my English teacher thought was quite intelligent and she proceeded to ask black-looking-but-somewhat-ethnically-ambiguous me “What’s your background?” I had no idea what she was talking about so I said my mother was from Maryland and my father from Alabama and she just looked like she realized she shouldn’t be asking such questions and said “That’s not what I meant.”
Awkward.</p>
<p>we were watching a movie about the civil rights movement in the 60s last year, and everyone in my (very, very white) class was getting pretty emotional during the Birmingham protest scenes. After the bell rang and everyone was getting out of their seats and leaving class, my History teacher walks over to my best friend lorena and says to her, “I know it’s hard for you, being on of the only black kids at this school. My door’s always open for you.”</p>
<p>Lol one time I overheard the girl’s tennis coach talk about another girl on the team…</p>
<p>“Oh god, she can’t even hit the ball. She misses everytime. Everyone mind as well go home and play with the ball in the their room. They’ll have more fun.”</p>
<p>The scene: Freshman year, 1st period, biology classroom
So were set up in groups of four, right? And at the begining of each marking period we get these two passes that can be spent on either bathroom trips or extra credit (What do you think we did with them haha?). My teacher neglected to give my group a slip and nobody in our group realized this untill the end of the six weeks when she began to collect them. I freaked, nobody in my group seemed to care as much, but I wanted that extra credit. I go up to my bio teacher…
“Mrs.H , my group didn’t get our passes.”
“Well, did you use them for the bathroom?”
“No, I mean we never got them.”
“I would have given your table the passes.”
"I can check the sign-out sheets for you and show you that we never went to the bathroom. Nobody in the group went to the bathroom. We just forgot to tell you/ didn’t realize we never got passes [remember this is freshman year]. You didn’t give them to us.‘’
“ARE YOU ACCUSING ME!!! ARE YOU ACCUSING ME?? HOW DARE YOU!”</p>
<p>Needless to say I burst into tears upon returning to my seat. I had friends consoling me on what a …witch Mrs.H was. It was a terrible way to start the day. She ended up giving my group the extra credit. My friends who witnessed it helped make it into a joke. We would randomly look up at each other with shifty eyes and say “Are you accusing me??!” Needless to say, at the end of the year when we could have teachers sign our yearbook I walked right by her. </p>
<p>She just had a baby and I feel for her child.</p>
<p>My history teacher was reading his notes one day and almost said the N word. When several students gasped, he yelled “N***er” to show he wasn’t afraid of saying that word. Then the English teacher next door came in to see what was going on. Because he was the department head, my history teacher suffered no consequences. </p>
<p>Funny how most of these anecdotes have to do with history teachers.</p>
<p>I had a math teacher (female, and I’m a girl) who was a known foot fetishist; she didn’t make a secret of it, and we all thought it was funny. Until, that is, she stopped midlecture one day to stare at my sandaled foot. she basically told me that I had the most attractive feet she’d ever seen.</p>
<p>I wore close-toed shoes for the rest of the semester.</p>