Originally Posted by
RandomManJay
Worst:
In my secondary school we had to include a statement of what we felt we had achieved in each year as a part of the reports the school sent home regarding our progress.
For my PE statement in Year 10, I wrote that I didn't feel like I had achieved anything and that the department gave very little for me to get interested in; I may have also advised providing a larger scope of activites, but I can't be sure.
In the next theory lesson we had, I was held back after class and told I had to write the statement again because my teacher didn't like what I wrote. I told her I didn't care and that she use it regardless, to which she told me she couldn't because she had ripped it up.
It's hard for me to find any dignity in the lies I wrote to satisfy that woman, and when I look back I regard her actions as nothing less than a violation of my right to free speech, and I now wish I had felt that way at the time and gone straight to the headteacher about it.
To this day it's the only thing I genuinely get pissed off about when I think of my time at that school, and how truly wicked a person she was. I had her on and off for the latter half of my secondary education, and I always disliked her, but this genuinely took the biscuit. I gave her zero respect in my later years into Sixth Form, and deliberatly ignored her when she dared speak or demand something of me.
Nicest:
Probably the nicest thing I experienced was when I was in Sixth Form doing A-Level Media Studies. I can't remember which year it was (12/13), but we sat one of our module exams early into the year as opposed to summer.
When we got our results back, it was a shock to see that all of us did badly, me especially with getting a U. But what shocked me more was just how surprised and angry the others were with how I ended up with the grade, with them agreeing I would've really had to try to fail it. While it's not exactly true cause you could just not write anything, I appreciated the sentiment. It ended up with our teacher requesting one our papers back to see what had gone wrong, and with her concluding we had got a retired teacher marking them who wasn't familiar with the module (whether or not it's true we'll never know!).
I had mostly just shrugged it off and decided to just do better next time, but their reactions made me think for the first that I maybe deserved or was worthy enough to go after the education I was striving for.
Our teacher was quite cool too. Someone who actually treated the students as people deserving of trust and companionship. She was the only teacher in the school who freely interacted them on a personal level outside classes, spending every break and lunch in their company, although she really had no obligation to outside of being on duty.
