My leukemia's back.

My second grade teacher had a nervous breakdown - during class.
I felt so sorry for her. We had this kid in class who never sat down, never stopped talking, sassed back, refused to obey, he picked on the other kids. He pulled my hair once, but never did that again - I didn't get in trouble for slugging him, I don't think it was reported to the principle. His name was Dickey W. and it was about 1 month into the school year, on a particularly trying day, she totally lost it: yelling at Dickey (I think she used a swear word :eek:) slammed her fist down on her desk and broke the glass desk topper. She told us all to stay where we were, sit quietly and do our worksheet. She went next door and got one of the 3rd grade teachers to take over and never came back to the classroom - never saw her again. The principle came to the room about 1/2 hour after she left and got Dickey, he never returned to the class either. The 3rd grade room had 2 classes with 2 teachers, but they could open a folding wall between the 2 rooms to make a single class. That was a pretty cool.
 
Dickey was being a Dick...... did I say that out loud?

Ok not accident or illness related but doc involved.

woo hoo just had my visit with my primary doc.... She submitted for approval for Bariatric surgery...... :wee I have enough strikes ....so we will see.... Guardedly excited.

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It was my eighth grade teacher who accused me of cheating - on a standardized test - no way to cheat. He actually had me convinced that I was a stupid kid. Ralph J in his stupid little bowties. Till today I hate bowties and anyone who wears them. Rational? No, but that's how I feel.
 
It was my eighth grade teacher who accused me of cheating - on a standardized test - no way to cheat. He actually had me convinced that I was a stupid kid. Ralph J in his stupid little bowties. Till today I hate bowties and anyone who wears them. Rational? No, but that's how I feel.

I hate teachers like that. I had an art teacher tell me I would NEVER be an artist.... Because people who drew horses would never draw anything else... Even though I only drew one horse for that class.

I quit drawing for about three years. Hey when you are nineteen and still thought teachers knew more than you...

deb
 
I was in journalism class and loved it. Most of the class was made up with what they called "Block program students." They allegedly were the cream of the crop.Funny thing is they did badly. Teacher had us write a short story for homework. I wrote something about dogs. I got the highest grade for doing so. The Elite kids didn't have a creative bone in their body.

We had to write another story for the next day. Teacher said "no more dog stories." I wrote another dog story.Got the highest grade, they couldn't do it again. The third day she wanted us to do yet another story. Again she said "no more dog stories." Heck I could think of a dozen at least.

My dog story had top marks. The Elite kids were miserable.

Fourth day she gave up on them and was teaching us how to proof read. She passed out sheets with sentences containing, spelling errors, no punctuation etc. No paragraphs etc.

Yep I aced that. Mainly they couldn't spell either. Well it was great for my self esteem.
I got a real kick out of using the proof symbols to show what corrections needed to be made. They were so distressed - in the middle of the semester, they were placed into a regular English class.
 
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PS I really wasn't gloating over my triumph over them. Most were kids I had gone through elementary school with and really liked. I was very hurt when they didn't put me in the Elite group. But the guidance counselor had explained to me- I didn't have the social skills they did, I had been double promoted and was a full year in age behind the others.

Basically I was a very shy and anxious child and I know I probably would have crumpled being under a microscope. No surprise I ended up writing for a few dog magazines.
 
PS I really wasn't gloating over my triumph over them. Most were kids I had gone through elementary school with and really liked. I was very hurt when they didn't put me in the Elite group. But the guidance counselor had explained to me- I didn't have the social skills they did, I had been double promoted and was a full year in age behind the others.

Basically I was a very shy and anxious child and I know I probably would have crumpled being under a microscope. No surprise I ended up writing for a few dog magazines.
I was very shy in high school.... so much so I didn't want to stand out at all. Got Cs in most of my classes because I would do my homework in the hall just before class.

I was terribly picked on in grade school. face pushed in at the water fountain split lip... Pins stuck in the backs of my legs.... Shunned by all the popular girls when I came into a class room They all turned their backs on me...

So when I hit high school I made a very low profile... Glad to say the ones that were B''tches to me were picked on them selves.

what goes around comes around.

deb
 

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