signalnoise posted:

If a kid had a tantrum in my middle school they would wrap the kid up in some carpet and take them to a tiny, completely walled-in cell for them to chill out for a few hours with no supervision. The admin of the program did mock interviews for all the kids one week and when I said I wanted to be a programmer she asked me to give her the first five lines of a program that would generate prime numbers, and when I couldn't (because I was like 12 and had aspirations but not experience) she told me to think more realistically like working at a gas station. The middle school was also a high school, but if you graduated they just prepped you to get a GED because they weren't accredited or something. When I finally got out of that poo poo I jumped from dividing fractions to having to use the quadratic equation and I failed the poo poo out of that grade.