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In 3rd grade we had a rack of books in the class and we would sometimes be given half an hour to pick a book and read, I was a reader, I got like half way through a book and it was time up and we had to put the books back, well I wanted to finish it so I put it in my bag and went to ask the teacher if I could finish it later, she was busy talking to someone and told me she would talk to me "in a minute" and like a 7 or 8 yo I promptly forgot about it. An hour later she sees the book in my bag, calls me out in front of the whole class for stealing and when I tried to tell her Id tried to ask if it was ok to take it home so I could read it later but she was busy she called me a "liar and a theif" and back onto the shelf it went.
A few days later I took the book and hid it behind a cabinet near the door to our room, at reading time she noticed it was missing, demanded to know what Id done with it, accused me of stealing it again and tipped my bag onto the floor to find it. When she didnt find it, she told me "once a theif always a theif" and when the bell rung that day and she was busy packing up her desk, me the last kid out the door put his bag down to tie his shoe... and I stole the fucking thing.
If you're going to treat me like I'm guilty anyway, might as well be guilty.
What a fucking shit educator: 'Once a thief always a thief.' Humiliating a student in front of the class.
If I was the principal I would have them fired, or at least suspended.
This was like 1992 or so... it was either 2nd or 3rd grade I dont remember. It also kind of predates parents siding with a 7yo over their teacher. She was a cunt though.
There was a pretty big rich/poor divide in that school, I learned young that you have to prove the rich are guilty and the poor have to prove they are innocent.
In hindsight as I get older I've realised that moment was one of those cornerstones that shape the way people grow, I wonder if I would have turned out not to be a hustler for most of my 20s if she hadnt been a twat. If people are going to assume the worst, might as well take the cash too.
It's so weird how so many of the teachers I encountered in my school years were just like this. Of course you're going to get some, but why do such a surprising amount of people that think this way choose to become educators? It sucks for them and all the people who had their 'teaching' inflicted upon them.
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A few days ago I made a comment on an article about people being afraid to board planes manufactured by Boeing, the article said something about air travel being statistically very safe, but I tried to point out that given we have specific reason to be worried about Boeing aircraft, that's not particularly reassuring since those statistics could likely change if poor manufacturing processes leads to lots of incidents bringing down the averages. Unfortunately for me, I tried to explain this with a really awkward and convoluted analogy that took a lot of text to write out so someone replied to tell me that they didn't read my comment but that they assumed I was trying to say Boeing planes are safe and nothing to worry about and that they disagreed with that idea and Boeing should be punished and dragged through the courts.
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Reminds me of a teacher I had in primary school. She was most of the time okay, but she had her moments where she'd pick a student (usually of a minority background) and just make an example of them.
One kid walked to school everyday because her mum worked and didn't have time for her in the morning. Sweet girl, but she was often 10mins late. Teacher made an example of her, criticised her entire home life and implied her mother was a bad one.
I once got in a fight with "Bad" kid (he put me in headlock and I rammed him against a fence to try to get free). The kid was troubled and everyone knew it, but if you left him alone he left you alone. The "Nice" kid from nice background told me that I should tell my teacher what happened. I didn't want Bad kid to get into trouble over me, so I opted to say nothing. Nice kid told his teacher, who then told my teacher, who then made an example by pulling me in front of the class and calling me a coward. At the point I learned that sympathy for your enemy yields no reward to the judgemental.
Reminds me of a teacher my dad told me about when he was in trade school (he went to a trade school for high school back in the 70s/80s). He said all the students called the guy Mr. Hitler behind his back.
He would regularly make fun of students, call them stupid for not understanding things, send kids to the principal for the slightest infractions, etc. My dad didn't grow up with money but started working at like 14, and he said it always bothered him the most that Mr. Hitler would especially pick on poor kids.
"Oh, is that all your family could afford for you, rags and old shoes?" "Really, the same pants two days in a row, what, your family can't afford to wash them?" Just shit like that, in front of the whole class, absolutely demeaning and stuff that wouldn't be tolerated today.
Well, apparently Mr. Hitler suffered a stroke at some point during my dad's high school days, and according to him, not a single student gave a damn to do anything to help him. He had trouble walking/was in a wheelchair, kids would let the door slam behind them despite him trying to get through. If he had several things to carry, students would ignore him requesting help to carry them, pretending like they couldn't hear him.
Harsh, but I guess you reap what you sow