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cinni posted:One of the more beloved high school history teachers used an electric wheel chair. One day some of the jocks decided to prank him by quietly placing a bumper sticker at said "I <3 Jogging" on the back of his chair, but he had a pretty good sense of humor. What did you think your friend meant by asking you if you would date her?
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fauna posted:i wish i'd gone to a jewish school, but instead i was one of the only jewish kids at a presbyterian school (after year 9, before then i was public). To be clear, it wasn't a Jewish school (small town, our synagogue's denomination was "if we piss anyone off we lose a minyan"), that was just where I did most of my interaction with her outside of the classroom and what came to mind when I was establishing how great she used to be.
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Day Man posted:What did you think your friend meant by asking you if you would date her? Youre right, I wrote that wrong, she had said "would you considering dating someone like me. So I didn't know she was asking about herself, but yeah that kind of fucks up the confusion in the story, whoops
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The nun who taught us that homosexuals use Crisco to fist each other's butthole was escorted off the stage by a non-nun.
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cinni posted:Youre right, I wrote that wrong, she had said "would you considering dating someone like me. So I didn't know she was asking about herself, but yeah that kind of fucks up the confusion in the story, whoops Thanks for the clarification!
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My 4th grade homeroom teacher got mad at me because she thought the book I brought to read during quiet time was too advanced for a 9-year-old. She took it away from me and wouldn't give it back until the last day of school.
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fauna posted:i told him i'd rather be in hell with the other jews than in heaven with people like him and got detention  You chose the exact perfect thing to say and by no means deserved the detention.
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Sep 28, 2019 08:08
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Before Columbine was a thing, probably 95-96 or so, my then-Cub Scout leader was waiting at the middle school assembly area for her kids when her estranged husband showed up. He shot her to death, took their 4(ish)-year old girl from her, and was pursued by police. He drove into town and stopped near my little sister's dance school, where he finally turned the gun on himself. Afterwards, the police couldn't get the little girl out of his truck until they promised her ice cream.  I went to subsequent Scout meetings with her two sons and I can still remember how they looked. At that age, you're not really prepared to deal with that sort of thing, and don't really know how to approach people who are grieving. I chose not to say anything to them. ----- When I was in high school, some guy saved up a bit of his jizz, warned all his friends ahead of time, and mixed it into his classmate's fountain drink. Naturally, word spread and we all knew when it was going to happen and no one intervened. It was funny when we were horrible teenagers, but really hosed up in retrospect.
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azurite posted:Before Columbine was a thing, probably 95-96 or so, my then-Cub Scout leader was waiting at the middle school assembly area for her kids when her estranged husband showed up. He shot her to death, took their 4(ish)-year old girl from her, and was pursued by police. He drove into town and stopped near my little sister's dance school, where he finally turned the gun on himself. Afterwards, the police couldn't get the little girl out of his truck until they promised her ice cream. Dang dude, that is hosed up!
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Not my story and not that bad, just a bit off in a world after Columbine. For my brothers birthday, his friend brought him a bb-rifle wrapped in plain brown butcher's paper, which he proceeded to unwrap on school grounds, in clear sight of students, teachers, and school officers. Apparently no one blinked an eye, but when he got home, he described the surreal feeling he had walking around with a gun the rest of the school day.
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In 4th grade I loved to read. I was far ahead of the class and mostly ignored the teacher Mrs. Ross.(I later found out this was my undiagnosed ADHD). One day my (messy and filled to the brim with books) desk must have annoyed her, because right after lunch started and I got up from my desk she asked me to wait. She then proceeded to pick up my desk and turned it over and dumped everything all over the floor, then telling me to spend lunch cleaning it up. Also we had a class in high school called contemporary living where the teacher was in the middle of planning her wedding and didn't give a poo poo. On the second day in a row of coloring, I stood up, told her that this was a waste of everyone's time and bullshit, and left to go to the library. Got detention for that, but at least the coloring 'assignments' stopped.
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It's frankly weird to me that there's so much undiagnosed ADHD as in my young days it was mostly misdiagnosed. A bunch of my friends had taken some form of amphetamines during their school career and I doubt most of them really needed it. I didn't like taking pills so I never experienced that kind of thing until college and cocaine. A Story in the Same Vein as That Wouldn't Happen Today: In third and fourth grade I loved my science teacher. She was a real screwball and a kind person. She taught a very broad appreciation of science and her activities were always pretty fun. She was the kind of teacher if you got in trouble would change your mind instead of pushing you down. She didn't get mad often. One day she comes into the class wheeling this big, antique-style cabinet-thing. No idea what is was, but it looked like something W.K. Kellogg would keep his supply of enema bags in. It was just a curious curio. She invites us all to up to see what's on top: a glass container with what she says is a human brain. No idea what it was suspended in at all, it didn't seem to jostle much as the table moved. Since we were all seven and eight we didn't really ask where it had come from, just gawked. She then proceeded to tell us it was on loan and it was a wonderful treat don't you think and yes Samantha it's just like the one that's in your skull right now! Nice lady.
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phasmid posted:It's frankly weird to me that there's so much undiagnosed ADHD as in my young days it was mostly misdiagnosed. A bunch of my friends had taken some form of amphetamines during their school career and I doubt most of them really needed it. I didn't like taking pills so I never experienced that kind of thing until college and cocaine. Because it was probably more poorly understood as "acting out" rather than "horribly unable to focus and distracted always that SOMETIMES manifests as acting out". So some kids got pills they didn't need, while other folks like me and Peachfart got missed.
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In first grade, my friend and I had just finished lunch and were walking outside to play for a little bit before class began again. As we were walking through the halls, my friend suddenly keeled over in pain and said “I don’t feel so good” before proceeding to violently vomit out what seemed like his body weight in clearly defined peach halves in syrup all over the floor.
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Grape posted:Because it was probably more poorly understood as "acting out" rather than "horribly unable to focus and distracted always that SOMETIMES manifests as acting out". You know how they would check your hearing and vision at the start of the school year, and the hearing test you had to raise your hand when you heard s beep? In second grade or so, I got called down to take extra hearing tests during the school year, but I always scored perfectly. Then once I got my report card, my parents started yelling at me because I guess I got a poor mark/comment about not paying attention to the teacher. Mmmmmmmmight have been ADHD, but nobody ever said/did anything about it beyond that. I tried bringing it up to a psych I saw in college when I had bad insomnia, all they told me was 'Look missy, you can't come in here and game me for adderall!' I hadn't even said anything about wanting pills. 
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I definitely did not need the pills. It was evident after about a week. My parents just didn't want to parent.
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LadyPictureShow posted:You know how they would check your hearing and vision at the start of the school year, and the hearing test you had to raise your hand when you heard s beep? No but see ADD is the one where the kid stands up on the desk and says "MONKEYCHEESEEEE". The people who daydream themselves down the toilet are just lazy and/or space cases who need to get with the program.
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Grape posted:No but see ADD is the one where the kid stands up on the desk and says "MONKEYCHEESEEEE". The people who daydream themselves down the toilet are just lazy and/or space cases who need to get with the program. Oh and its a male only thing. Girls don't have things like autism or ADD/ADHD they're just "difficult"
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pentyne posted:Oh and its a male only thing. Girls don't have things like autism or ADD/ADHD they're just "difficult" Girls mostly showcase as the daydream type rather than the get on their desks type, thus end up disproportionally undiagnosed. I was lucky enough to be one of the boys who joined them in the realm of the forgotten.
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Well, when I said 'undiagnosed' I meant that my parents knew about my ADHD and decided yelling worked better than medicine, and also didn't ever tell me until I went to a doctor on my own when I was 29 and was diagnosed.
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Peachfart posted:In 4th grade I loved to read. I was far ahead of the class and mostly ignored the teacher Mrs. Ross.(I later found out this was my undiagnosed ADHD). One day my (messy and filled to the brim with books) desk must have annoyed her, because right after lunch started and I got up from my desk she asked me to wait. She then proceeded to pick up my desk and turned it over and dumped everything all over the floor, then telling me to spend lunch cleaning it up. My 4th grade teacher was a desk flipper. It was her gimmick and mostly played for laughs rather than shame. If she thought your desk was getting too full of crap, you would get a warning or two to tidy it up and if you failed to comply she would make you stand next to your desk while she turned it upside down and you had to clean it all up. It was almost an honor if you had a sense of humor about it. I got my desk flipped a few times.
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There was a teacher (no relation) who.shared my last name. He committed suicide, probably from being gay in the early 90s. Got to learn about suicide from Mr. [Your name]
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Peachfart posted:Well, when I said 'undiagnosed' I meant that my parents knew about my ADHD and decided yelling worked better than medicine, and also didn't ever tell me until I went to a doctor on my own when I was 29 and was diagnosed. Sure. I'm no physician. My perspective comes from times where I felt docs I saw were really pushing the ritalin/adderall/concerta. No doubt other people have different versions but I was just a poor student who also didn't like school. The closest comparison I have is getting surgery years ago and having doctors handing out painkillers like wedding rice. Sorry it took you so long to get help. I know how that can go.
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Peachfart posted:Well, when I said 'undiagnosed' I meant that my parents knew about my ADHD and decided yelling worked better than medicine, and also didn't ever tell me until I went to a doctor on my own when I was 29 and was diagnosed. That was me with autism. Ralph Hurley posted:My 4th grade teacher was a desk flipper. It was her gimmick and mostly played for laughs rather than shame. If she thought your desk was getting too full of crap, you would get a warning or two to tidy it up and if you failed to comply she would make you stand next to your desk while she turned it upside down and you had to clean it all up. It was almost an honor if you had a sense of humor about it. I got my desk flipped a few times. My 1st grade teacher would dump my desk out in front of everyone basically every day and berated me so much that my parents tried to sue the school. They ended up dropping it in exchange for her agreeing to never teach again.
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phasmid posted:It's frankly weird to me that there's so much undiagnosed ADHD as in my young days it was mostly misdiagnosed. A bunch of my friends had taken some form of amphetamines during their school career and I doubt most of them really needed it. I didn't like taking pills so I never experienced that kind of thing until college and cocaine. It took 20 years for my adhd diagnosis to be corrected into an autism diagnosis. I basically don't remember any of my school. Though I went to the same place that had a chem teacher that liked to explode sodium in class, unless I'm Mandela effecting myself on the motorcycle and name.
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I did my student teaching at an elementary school which contained the single worst teacher I've ever met. I mean, she knew her subject matter. She taught 2nd grade. I suppose on some level she knew how to teach it, though she went extremely heavy on the worksheets. Where she continually hosed up was classroom management. She did manage to get six SpEd kids (my students) in her class, and the four worst behaved students overall in 2nd grade, so I can cut her some slack, I guess. But not enough to excuse the tyranny in her classroom. Lady was a hoarder. She had ~36 students in her class, and barely enough room for them and their desks. She had poo poo stacked on tables in the back and on the sides taking up maybe a quarter of the classroom, and most of it was basically inaccessible and therefore useless. So she's got them packed in like sardines. One of the aforementioned behavior cases was a barely-mainstreamable kid with autism. He would get really fidgety, and managed to break the toenail of the girl sitting opposite him by kicking at random. When I asked him why he did that, he said "My feet just gotta dance!" There were two of my SpEd kids who would regularly either come into the resource room, or just run out to the hallway crying due to the way she'd spoken to them. One of them had severe PTSD, and yelling at him would almost always set him off. The other was just the most anxious kid I've ever met, and she was basically continually exacerbating his feeling of inadequacy. I'd sometimes see GenEd kids out there crying, too. I never got to see what set off these particular crying fits, but I was in her classroom babysitting Happy Feet when I got a sense of what must be going on. The kids all had name tags on their desks. They were all set on the far right corner of their desks. One day, she was lecturing about somethingerother (yeah, she liked to lecture...to 2nd graders), when she noticed that one of the girls in her class had moved her name tag to the far LEFT corner of her desk. She stopped in mid sentence and started berating this poor kid. She went on for multiple minutes talking about how irresponsible, careless, disobedient, and lazy she was, and how disrespectful it was that her name tag was neatly placed on the wrong corner of her desk. On top of all this, she was teaching the most whitewashed right-wing version of social studies possible while still mostly meeting standards. I know I saw a copy of some right-wing kids' book in her classroom. Might've been "Rush Revere." Recalling that part; in retrospect, I wouldn't be surprised if she gave Anxiety Kid a hard time because he was (IIRC) the only non-white kid in the class. He was not a behavior problem. The only other possibility I can think of is him forgetting things or making mistakes because of his nervousness. I mean, I have no direct evidence of this, but it would not surprise me at all. There was a teacher across the hall from her who was the exact opposite of her in every way. Caring, with a more spacious classroom layout (I think her room was smaller, though!) and an almost-Montessori approach to teaching. She moved to 3rd grade the next year, and PTSD kid got her as his teacher. 
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Sep 29, 2019 05:46
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SHY NUDIST GRRL posted:It took 20 years for my adhd diagnosis to be corrected into an autism diagnosis. This is me. My parents had me on Ritalin and every other ADHD med under the sun. I don't remember much about school at all. I am ADHD, but I manage it now with caffeine, and I feel less like a mindless zombie. My brothers are all on the spectrum, and I suspect I am too. Grape posted:lol at lecture style teaching to 2nd graders lol at lecture style teaching to ANYONE. Especially for things like science and history. Of course lecturing is boring, your taking interesting things and turning them into a diatribe that won't interest children at all.
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CommieGIR posted:lol at lecture style teaching to ANYONE. Especially for things like science and history. Of course lecturing is boring, your taking interesting things and turning them into a diatribe that won't interest children at all. Inevitably you gotta do some teacher led stuff, usually at the start of units when you're introducing concepts. But of course if it is literally a lecture, and you're droning it will always suck. Should absolutely have accompanying materials, something for them to do like fill in notes or whatnot. And of course working in participation on their part is awesome, like try to have them guess to fill in notes stuff. But that comes with more advanced territory to begin with. I'm struggling to think of anything with second graders outside of when you read to them from a storybook, that you would have them just listening to you for a whole segment with them doing nothing. Like it's insane to me to conceive of.
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I had a social studies teacher in the eight grade who was cool and well liked. He would pick a student from each class period and use them to hold a mock slave auction to show the kids how dehumanizing and hosed up the institution of slavery was. He’d put them up on this big table and get up there with them and basically inspect them head to toe, poking and prodding at them as he pleased. I don’t think there was a creepy aspect to it, at least not one that I can remember. Well he got up there in the afternoon with this girl and that poor table just couldn’t handle the strain anymore after several class periods worth of him and another student standing on it and it broke clean in half. Fortunately the girl was ok, god only knows how big the lawsuit would have been if she had been injured, but he wasn’t so lucky. After he landed he had a bone sticking clean through his suit jacket where his elbow used to be. He was out for a month recovering from the surgery and for a few months after he had his arm in this huge cast sticking straight out with brackets and pins and poo poo. It was gnarly. He started doing that lesson from the ground the following year.
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fat bossy gerbil posted:I had a social studies teacher in the eight grade who was cool and well liked. He would pick a student from each class period and use them to hold a mock slave auction to show the kids how dehumanizing and hosed up the institution of slavery was. He’d put them up on this big table and get up there with them and basically inspect them head to toe, poking and prodding at them as he pleased. I don’t think there was a creepy aspect to it, at least not one that I can remember. I'm gonna assume you were in like an extremely white district.
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Shortly before grade 3 my family moved from Canada to the United States, which culminated in one of the most unpleasant periods of my childhood. For some reason the principal of the first school I went to just hated me for seemingly no reason at all. According to my mom, the principal felt that I was too young and immature to be entering grade 3 (I started Kindergarten at 4, so I would have been a year younger than everyone else) and insisted that I repeat grade 2. My mom fought hard against this, even taking it up with the school board, and the principal eventually acquiesced and allowed it - but she found other ways to make my school experience miserable. From my understanding the principal basically instructed all my teachers to send me to the office any time I did anything other than sitting silently. If I talked during class, I had to go to the principal's office while she called my mom to come pick me up. If I ran in the hallway, same thing. If I was too loud, same thing. If I was doodling in my notebook, same thing. My teachers all liked me and thought I was a nice kid, but I guess their hands were tied since it was a direct order from the principal. Eventually my mom got so sick of me being treated so unfairly that she pulled me out of that school and enrolled me in a different one the next town over. I was treated better there, but since I had to spend basically every day at the previous school sitting in the principal's office and missing out on class, I was so far behind in every subject that I couldn't possibly keep up, which made it impossible for me to learn. Combine this with the fact that I had no friends either at school or in my neighbourhood (we lived in a town of 100 people with barely any kids, anything of interest was at least 45 minutes away in any direction), and this ended up being the most lonely, confusing and miserable year of my life. After that my mom pulled me out of public school entirely and home-schooled me for a year, which was much more pleasant for me. I could do my schoolwork when I felt like it, and I really spent most of my time reading Nintendo Power and watching TV. Even so, I eventually started to miss the social aspect of school and re-enrolled at a new school for grade 5, and I never had any serious school trouble from then on. To this day, I have no idea what the hell that principal's problem with me was. It just absolutely baffles me that a grown adult could be so needlessly cruel to a child who did absolutely nothing to deserve it.
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Grape posted:lol at lecture style teaching to 2nd graders Yeah, you get about 5 minutes of solid talking at kids that age, tops. Mr. Bones posted:
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VideoTapir posted:What baffles me about that story is why the principal wouldn't simply let you into third grade, then make you repeat 3rd grade if you failed like he said you would. Thinking on it now, I think maybe it was less about punishing ME, and more about punishing my mother for questioning her authority as the principal. She was calling my mom at home every single day to come pick me up over minor little kid bullshit, so I think she just wanted to annoy my mom and waste her time. Either way, it was very petty and unprofessional.
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Mr. Bones posted:Thinking on it now, I think maybe it was less about punishing ME, and more about punishing my mother for questioning her authority as the principal. She was calling my mom at home every single day to come pick me up over minor little kid bullshit, so I think she just wanted to annoy my mom and waste her time. Either way, it was very petty and unprofessional. Oh no it was clearly between the principal and your mom, in which you suffered because of it!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously though, power tripping teachers, staff and principals were the goddamn pits.
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teen witch posted:Oh no it was clearly between the principal and your mom, in which you suffered because of it!!!!!!!!!!! My religion teacher in highschool triggered my parents destructive wrath when he implied that I came from a broken home because I didnt want to lead class prayer. It was probably the single nicest thing school wise they ever did for me and holy hell did the school give me wiiiiide berth after that.
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Barudak posted:My religion teacher in highschool triggered my parents destructive wrath when he implied that I came from a broken home because I didnt want to lead class prayer. It was probably the single nicest thing school wise they ever did for me and holy hell did the school give me wiiiiide berth after that. drat that principal would probably get smacked in his mouth most places. I always got that kind of poo poo in college. Like you know I’m working on 7th order transformations that invoke quantum concepts of free will and the chancellor is struggling with 4D math and tesseracts blow his mind and he treats me like I’m some 2 bit pimp that’s destined for the gutter to prove some personal political viewpoint. Could have graduated in under three years but the school literally fired 80% of the staff and hired a bunch of retards that were barely capable of reading a textbook out loud to people.
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In 7th grade I had this Social Studies teacher, a youngish guy who if I had to guess was a pretty new teacher. Really cared about his students and went out of his way to teach in interactive, engaging, and unconventional ways. He was also the nicest person in the world and was unanimously loved. Whenever you got a question right in his class, he'd run over, yelling "SHINING STAR FOR YOU TO SEE, WHAT YOUR LIFE COULD TRULY BE", in his deep booming voice, and give you a high five. He never had a problem with class participation because everyone wanted high fives. It was the weirdest thing. We're learning about the industrial revolution, when he suddenly does a 180 and turns into a huge rear end in a top hat. Instead of complimenting everyone on their small victories, he'd berate the class for the tiniest mistakes. Where you used to get extra credit to catching his mistakes and correcting them, instead he'd yell at you for disrespecting his authority. It didn't help that he was a huge guy, over 6 feet, with a massive presence to him. He scared the class completely shitless. This had such an impact to the class that, by the 3nd day the token teacher's pet had complete breakdown in our biology class. I imagine some words were said in private, because at the beginning of his next lesson, said teacher's pet unionizes the class and gets the class to go on strike. The whole point of the "demonstration" went way over the entire class's head and the whole lesson backfired on the dude. Though to his credit he gave us a sincere apology and so much extra credit that it was impossible to fail his class.
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Just remembered that while I was advanced classes for everything in fifth grade, I was immediately in normal classes in sixth in middle school which hosed with my sense of self aaaand I developed really lovely depression because of it. I was never told why I didn’t continue with accelerated classes, and a few of my friends were in the same situation. Luckily we found drugs and scary music instead!
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Barudak posted:My religion teacher in highschool triggered my parents destructive wrath when he implied that I came from a broken home because I didnt want to lead class prayer. It was probably the single nicest thing school wise they ever did for me and holy hell did the school give me wiiiiide berth after that. My parents have a giant hardon for authority and would side with the school over their children most of the time. The only time I ever saw them stand up to the school was when my brother had a test on Greek Mythology, but the teacher was a shithead who would remove 1 point for every spelling error. He got every single question right but got a 0 on the test because of his terrible spelling. My parents put him in catholic school because of a number of health/emotional issues and that school ended up making all of his problems worse. They pulled him out mid-year, that mythology test was the straw that broke the camel's back.
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