I have been watching The Who was your favorite teacher in high school post on my old home town page.
I really don’t have any favorites.
I remember being slammed against a wall by a PE teacher because I walked away from him when he yelled at me for refusing to run in a DD bra that gave no support even though it was tight.
The week before he made us run laps and I ran till flecks of blood showed through my bra and shirt. It didn’t take much.
Then I walked off the court and received detention for it.
By time I got home I could not stand up straight. Ended up in the ER with dad that night. Doctor said I had three compression fractures.
This same teacher taught drivers ed.
I tied to get out of it at the office and showed them my license. They made a note I needed to be moved from the class and gave me my copy of the note.
But It had became mandatory that year.
So I got lost in the shuffle.
I told the teacher the first day I already had my license and thought it ridicules that I must take the class.
He didn’t even listen and said it was mandatory.
I showed him my receipt about getting transferred out. He said sit.
I figured, I already had my license and would just use the class like a study hall to finish other class work. That lasted two weeks.
I checked back at the office.
When the teacher objected to my study hall, I started bringing a reading book.
I checked back at the office.
I would not do or turn in any of the work.
He kept calling on me in class.
I would ignore him. I would sometimes Say I don’t know even if I did without looking up at him or answer in a really loud voice as I read from my book a crazy answer.
I would keep checking at the office for a new class.
Teacher kept Telling me to stay after class.
I just ignored him.
After a month,
He got fed up and told me I needed to straighten up or I would not get my drivers license.
I pulled it out of my pocket and said this license?!
I was told to go to the office.
I did.
Told them what had happened and was completely honest about it.
Principal was now involved. Said they made a mistake and I needed to stay in the class.
The teacher said he would not let me in.
I said then the school is going to know about the time you slammed me against the wall and broke my spine.
He said no witnesses. I smiled viciously and said I have three and we already have their statements in their own words given with their parents permission.
He went in. Filled out the certification of completion and handed it to me that day. He says. Anything else?
I said. Yes my dad wants reimbursed for the doctors bill it was $2500.00. He wants cash. Should I have him come see you?
That evening the horrid teacher showed up at my dads with cash.
I remember being given poor grades by an English teacher because she knew someone I knew had had sex with her husband.
I got fed up. Even her favorite student was fed up.
And pointed out why she treated me the way she did.
I convinced her favorite student, who come to find out actually hated her, to turn my work in as her own to prove a point that I did do good class work, and I turned in the favorite students.
It worked!
The next assignment I wrote it and the favorite student copied it. We turned them in and of course I was accused of copying hers and she received an A.
Needless to say we proved it to the principal but it didn’t matter.
The principal didn’t really care. I was moved out of her classes and into Spanish.
I remember her teacher husband was always making me stay after class alone for any reason. He touched my chest and I stabbed at him with my pencil. I wonder how he explained that one?
The Spanish class I was moved into... the first day the teacher told me I would fail her class because I could not roll my R’s. I failed. I was already to far behind the day they moved me to catch up.
I spent 5 years in grade school going to a speech therapist for my S’s and Th’s. 5 years! Maybe if my speech therapist was not passed out drunk during most of my sessions it might of helped.
I remember being pawed by another art teacher who thought he could. I had a spray wand, for paint in my hand. I sprayed his crotch. I wonder how he explained that to his wife? I never went back to his class.
I remember puking in biology class almost daily because the smell gave me migraines.
The teacher was tired of me running out of the room without permission.
I was given detention.
Never went.
Had my lunch card held till I did.
Stopped eating lunch.
I was finally removed from the class because I had missed to much of it form being in the hall or bathroom vomiting. To this day smells of formaldehyde and other strong things give me headaches or turn my stomach.
I remember having food poisoning from the cafeteria more then once. It happened so often they usually just waited till I was done throwing up, rehydrates me and sent me back to class.
I remember taking thousands of photos as assigned by the photography teacher and never getting any credit for them in the yearbook.
I remember coming into the math class at the end of the day in JR high, as was demanded by the teacher so my grades would come up if I worked harder.
Caught him embracing and mutual pawing with a classmate.
Reported it to the 7th grade counselor and she called me a liar and threatened me if I told anyone else.
That pawing math teacher and former classmate are married with kids now.
This same councilor would watch us in the shower in PE and I hated her for it.
Her brother was the other councilor it made no sense to get help from him and the principal I had known for 5 years at my former grade school.
We had issues with him and my fourth grade teacher trying to beat me with a paddle for doing things I had not done. Forcing me to ride a hopity-hop in pe when I had a doctors note not to participate with a broken arm and the other arm in a brace. I ended up with a Cracked vertebra when I could not keep the Hopity-hop under me.
#ponderosajrhigh
#kuhs
#klamathfallsoregon
I really don’t have any favorites.
I remember being slammed against a wall by a PE teacher because I walked away from him when he yelled at me for refusing to run in a DD bra that gave no support even though it was tight.
The week before he made us run laps and I ran till flecks of blood showed through my bra and shirt. It didn’t take much.
Then I walked off the court and received detention for it.
By time I got home I could not stand up straight. Ended up in the ER with dad that night. Doctor said I had three compression fractures.
This same teacher taught drivers ed.
I tied to get out of it at the office and showed them my license. They made a note I needed to be moved from the class and gave me my copy of the note.
But It had became mandatory that year.
So I got lost in the shuffle.
I told the teacher the first day I already had my license and thought it ridicules that I must take the class.
He didn’t even listen and said it was mandatory.
I showed him my receipt about getting transferred out. He said sit.
I figured, I already had my license and would just use the class like a study hall to finish other class work. That lasted two weeks.
I checked back at the office.
When the teacher objected to my study hall, I started bringing a reading book.
I checked back at the office.
I would not do or turn in any of the work.
He kept calling on me in class.
I would ignore him. I would sometimes Say I don’t know even if I did without looking up at him or answer in a really loud voice as I read from my book a crazy answer.
I would keep checking at the office for a new class.
Teacher kept Telling me to stay after class.
I just ignored him.
After a month,
He got fed up and told me I needed to straighten up or I would not get my drivers license.
I pulled it out of my pocket and said this license?!
I was told to go to the office.
I did.
Told them what had happened and was completely honest about it.
Principal was now involved. Said they made a mistake and I needed to stay in the class.
The teacher said he would not let me in.
I said then the school is going to know about the time you slammed me against the wall and broke my spine.
He said no witnesses. I smiled viciously and said I have three and we already have their statements in their own words given with their parents permission.
He went in. Filled out the certification of completion and handed it to me that day. He says. Anything else?
I said. Yes my dad wants reimbursed for the doctors bill it was $2500.00. He wants cash. Should I have him come see you?
That evening the horrid teacher showed up at my dads with cash.
I remember being given poor grades by an English teacher because she knew someone I knew had had sex with her husband.
I got fed up. Even her favorite student was fed up.
And pointed out why she treated me the way she did.
I convinced her favorite student, who come to find out actually hated her, to turn my work in as her own to prove a point that I did do good class work, and I turned in the favorite students.
It worked!
The next assignment I wrote it and the favorite student copied it. We turned them in and of course I was accused of copying hers and she received an A.
Needless to say we proved it to the principal but it didn’t matter.
The principal didn’t really care. I was moved out of her classes and into Spanish.
I remember her teacher husband was always making me stay after class alone for any reason. He touched my chest and I stabbed at him with my pencil. I wonder how he explained that one?
The Spanish class I was moved into... the first day the teacher told me I would fail her class because I could not roll my R’s. I failed. I was already to far behind the day they moved me to catch up.
I spent 5 years in grade school going to a speech therapist for my S’s and Th’s. 5 years! Maybe if my speech therapist was not passed out drunk during most of my sessions it might of helped.
I remember being pawed by another art teacher who thought he could. I had a spray wand, for paint in my hand. I sprayed his crotch. I wonder how he explained that to his wife? I never went back to his class.
I remember puking in biology class almost daily because the smell gave me migraines.
The teacher was tired of me running out of the room without permission.
I was given detention.
Never went.
Had my lunch card held till I did.
Stopped eating lunch.
I was finally removed from the class because I had missed to much of it form being in the hall or bathroom vomiting. To this day smells of formaldehyde and other strong things give me headaches or turn my stomach.
I remember having food poisoning from the cafeteria more then once. It happened so often they usually just waited till I was done throwing up, rehydrates me and sent me back to class.
I remember taking thousands of photos as assigned by the photography teacher and never getting any credit for them in the yearbook.
I remember coming into the math class at the end of the day in JR high, as was demanded by the teacher so my grades would come up if I worked harder.
Caught him embracing and mutual pawing with a classmate.
Reported it to the 7th grade counselor and she called me a liar and threatened me if I told anyone else.
That pawing math teacher and former classmate are married with kids now.
This same councilor would watch us in the shower in PE and I hated her for it.
Her brother was the other councilor it made no sense to get help from him and the principal I had known for 5 years at my former grade school.
We had issues with him and my fourth grade teacher trying to beat me with a paddle for doing things I had not done. Forcing me to ride a hopity-hop in pe when I had a doctors note not to participate with a broken arm and the other arm in a brace. I ended up with a Cracked vertebra when I could not keep the Hopity-hop under me.
#ponderosajrhigh
#kuhs
#klamathfallsoregon
