For people who are really good with words, middle school is when you either get the passion beaten out of you like this, or you encounter a teacher who is a Difficult Person, but they like you and you gain their powers
Their powers of being a difficult person?
Wow that is bullshit. Reminds me of the teacher who failed a student for drawing a digital clock in a square that prompted ‘Draw a clock showing 4:30 pm.’
Kid wasn’t wrong at all. Poorly worded question.
Further, please enjoy my own bitching about bad teachers all the way up into college:
I had a college professor for Political Science give me a shit grade for only one of the multiple papers required of the class.
Why?
I referenced US Army soldiers out right stating, on video, and with legit newspapers covering this, that they were being instructed to guard opium/poppie farms in Afghanistan, back when even liberals were pretending that was not happening. It was a paper on conflict goods, such as blood diamonds, and she pretended I was a conspiracy theorist.
Next year I had an Econ professor give my group and I got a crap grade (got nearly 100% on every thing else) on a report and presentation about Iceland’s response to the Financial Crisis of 08.
Why’d he do that?
Because Iceland’s actions and the subsequent effects on their economy did not fit into any of the possible policy choices (send all the corrupt bankers to fucking prison) and outcomes that his macroeconomic paradigm allowed to be possible, and functionally disproved it, as according to the model he was teaching us, this should have resulted in basically a total collapse of their economy. (There were some short lived negative effects, but faaar from what we should have expected)
I got a BS in Econ and a BA in PoliSci, double majored in 4 years, and what I learned was the only way to excel in either of these fields is to pick some kind of ideology to pledge your allegiance too, suck up and kiss ass and you’ll go far.
That is an unfortunate reality. People don’t want innovation, unless it affirms their existing beliefs. Hollywood has done the world such a disservice in portraying this ideal that if you’re right, and persistent, that you can overcome this type of bullshit. That’s romantic, sure. Everyone would love to prevail the impossible. But life doesn’t work that way.
Actually, it’s not Hollywood that’s at fault. It’s parents’ fault. Parents teach little kids that if they tell the truth, work hard, dream big, and all of this other fluffy stuff, then they will be successful. That they can be anything they want, if they want it enough. That, and, Santa, Tooth-fairy, Easter Bunny, “I don’t have a favorite child” are all lies we tell our kids; in the guise of protecting them from the harsh realities of the world, when I. Reality we are all selfishly trying to relive some innocence we lost many years ago.
If we really wanted to protect our children, we would teach them young what to expect out of life, and how to traverse the fucked up societal highways to be successful. It’s not about doom and gloom, but teaching kids to recognize the power structure of whatever situation they’re in, and how to work it to their advantage (e.g., working with the grain, versus going against it) would do them well.
Anyway, I’m ranting now. My apologies. Carry on.
It goes deeper than parents being nostalgic. The veneer of meritocracy is load-bearing to neoliberal ideology, especially post-WWII. If we, as a ~society~, acknowledged that no matter how big kids dream and how much they work they’ll probably never make it more than maybe one or two steps up the social ladder, our entire social model would collapse.
At its most fundamental level, that’s what the war against “wokism” is. It’s the privileged correctly identifying and targeting the existential threat that is the mere acknowledgement that we do not live in a meritocracy.
Your last point is pretty much the most likely way to excel in life too, unfortunately.
You’re lucky if you do actually like the person you have to suck up to.
Too bad I am autistic and can’t even pull that off the few times I’ve tried.
Oh well.
I once got a C- on an essay, but for extra credit we could submit that paper to a state essay contest. I was a state finalist in that contest, with my only revision from the class-submitted version being spell checking Britan->Britain.
Fuck you, Mrs Wickham.
Ah essays. The most bullshit part of school because they just cannot be graded objectively and never are.
I mean, few things in life can be graded objectively so that’s not really the best standard to hold education to. There’s a lot of value in learning and practicing the skill of taking in information and then rearranging it into your own words, creating and supporting arguments from the knowledge you’ve gained.
But the subjectivity of it DOES mean that occasionally teachers will need to set aside their egos. Those who legitimately want to educate the next generation usually can do that, but some just enjoy having power over children and absolutely will not units forced to do so (and doing so will just create a new grudge against that student).
Well of course nothing can be graded 100% objectively but maths for example. Your answer is either correct or not. With essays the teacher can just decide they don’t like your argument and you get fucked. I my 4 years of secondary school none of the 8 guys in my class ever got the best possible grade on an essay. Even after we got a less demanding teacher the grades barely improved.
Too many teachers assume if they admit they were wrong, the students will get more insolent, as if sensing weakness. I’ve briefly been an assistant teacher in a middle school, and I found that on the contrary, students seem to appreciate an earnest admission of mistake and calmly accept the apology. Even some students that would be insolent in other situations. When it’s clear you’re wrong and the student knows it, pretending you’re right won’t do any good. Acting in a respectable manner will get you more respect.
Had an English teacher do kinda this to me once. We presented our research paper to the class, teacher tells me the birthday of the dude I’m presenting on, I correct her like; “bitch, dis my mf research paper! I know my dudes fuckin birthday, it the one damn slide I memorized!” (Paraphrasing, but the meaning was there, expertly and subtly disguised of course.) She then proceeds to tell me I must be wrong and failed my whole project, my magnum opus of eighth grade.
P.S. Frank Lloyd Wright was born June 8, 1867 in Wisconsin, not 1701 like some cranky, funny smellin old English teacher insists upon
…she was wrong by MORE THAN A CENTURY AND A HALF and failed YOU on that basis??
That’s the kind of self-righteous incompetence you’d expect from a Republican politician, not someone who’s enduring crap wages and constant vilification from bigoted parents out of the love of passing on knowledge!
Some people enjoy power wherever they find it
Started in a new school. Had to begin attending before I actually moved to the new house. First class the teacher says I am to spend the first week observing the class, and getting an idea how it functions. I will not be required to participate, or do work, until the start of the next week. At the end of that week he calls me over to his desk and, in a clearly annoyed tone, asks me why I had done no work that week. So I told him he said I wasn’t supposed to, not until the upcoming Monday. He then tells me I should have taken the initiative to do work anyway, even when told I didn’t have too. This showed I was lazy, and then he said I was being a smart ass for “using his words against him” for reminding him what the instruction, he gave me, was.
So I said, if you tell people not to do something, don’t expect them to do it. I can’t just know that they want the opposite of what is asked for. So he said he is gonna call my parents and tell them all about this. Then he asks for my phone number. I didn’t know it, we got into the new house the night before and all we had was suitcases, boxes, and mattresses on floors. So he tells me that trying to hide it won’t help, the office will have my number. So I tell him to get it from them, as I didn’t know the phone number yet. He calls my mom, and tells her “You know, your son acted like he didn’t know his own phone number, like that would stop me from calling” and my mom informs him that the phone was activated 2 days ago, and that I don’t know it. Then she said he huffed and then said “well the problem is, he didn’t do any of the work this week”. and she then told him I was informed not to, in fact, he put it in writing, and sent the outline of what he expected from me, home, on my first day.
This motherfucker held a grudge until the day I no longer saw him again. He even lied about the situation to other teachers, so when I started their classes, I got a lot of “Oh, Mr. Heckman (real name, fuck him) told me about you” in a sardonic tone. This started a 2.5 year shit storm with this school, that ended with them paying my tuition to go somewhere else.
Wins argument
“Quit being a sore loser”
“the crowd decided you were wrong therefore you’re wrong, stop bringing reality into this”
Something like this happened to me as well, but it didn’t directly impact my grades. In the 7th grade my teacher accidentally locked herself out of the shitty filing cabinet that was standard issue in every classroom. I had learned from my cousin a couple of really basic Lockpicking techniques, just raking and jiggling, nothing with actual pin picking.
I told her I could try to open it with a paperclip and she was like “yeah okay sure lol” totally sarcastically. I get down there, bend open a paperclip, and start trying to jiggle or rake the pins up. This process looks a bit like I’m struggling to do anything, so she immediately goes “see? You can’t actually open it”. I told her I just needed to get the mechanism to catch the pins, she became completely insufferable, and started making fun of me for being a 7th grader who knew a 10 dollar word like “mechanism”. I honestly wish I was making this part up but for the rest of that school year she joked about me… knowing the word “mechanism”. What a fuckin’ nerd amiright?
Anyway I got the cabinet open after maybe a minute of fucking around with the lock and she barely even thanks me at all, mostly just acts sheepish because she probably never believed I could do it, and suddenly realized that a student could break into her cabinet where she keeps her teaching materials (not that I ever would have)
Checks out
I like how the definition is that it’s meaningless
It is a widely known word. All greentexts are always 100% true.
May I just point out the elephant in the room?
“Gook” is a nasty slur for asian person. This word literally means ‘unintelligible like the nonsense languages of asians’
Let’s just let this word fade away like so many other bullshit slurs, thanks.
