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My school had it's parents evening tonight.
Lucky me. I had the wonderful opportunity of being able to sit staring at teachers.
First appointment, Science. A bloke with a skinhead, who claims to be a teacher. As usual, the school mistimed appointments grossly, meaning I have to stand outside waiting for 15 minutes while the skinhead talks to the parents of a nerd student. I wonder how he managed to spend 15 minutes saying how great the girl was. Surely you can't stretch the words 'She is a good student' for 15 minutes, can you?
Skinhead pops his head out of the door, and tells me we can come in. My heart nearly explodes with jubilation. We walk over to his desk, and sit down.
"So, what do you feel about the situation in Science?" skinhead says to my mum. She isn't even aware that there is much of a situation.
Skinhead then rambles on about just how much I am underachieving. Underachieving? Excuse me, but surely I should be the one decided just how much I want to achieve? It would have been more accurate if he had said ‘You are not achieving as highly as we want you to. We are on performance related pay you know’.
He talks, and I refute everything he says. He says that I’m holding back everyone in the class due to my constant calling out. Fair enough, I guess, when you think about it.
He would actually have earned some respect in my eyes, if he hadn’t then gone and realized that he sounded like he hated me. He does hate me, but that isn’t the kind of impression he wants to give to my mum. And so, he then starts talking about how my constant interruptions are affecting my friendship with other people in the class. I crack up, right there in front of his eyes, and say ‘I don’t really think it’s any of your business how my friendships with others in the class are’.
‘Well yes Ross (Me), it is my business as a teacher to ensure my class is happy. Last time you called out, no one understood your joke’.
‘Sir, you don’t seem to understand that I am perfectly happy. Everyone else in the class is happy, and if they’re not then it isn’t anything to do with me. If they don’t like me, then that’s their problem’.
I would have said more, but I was cut off by another teacher, Mr. Old Dastard who frequently tells our class that he hates kids. I won’t even go into this guys talking at me.
Anyway, all this made me think. What the hell am I doing in these teachers lessons? I don’t want to be there, they don’t want me to be there, and according to them the rest of the class don’t want me there. So why the hell am I in lessons with these guys for 4 or 5 hours a week?
I’d learn more if I sat in a room, on my own, with a book to learn from.
Frikkin education system. Frikkin society. Frikkin life.
Lucky me. I had the wonderful opportunity of being able to sit staring at teachers.
First appointment, Science. A bloke with a skinhead, who claims to be a teacher. As usual, the school mistimed appointments grossly, meaning I have to stand outside waiting for 15 minutes while the skinhead talks to the parents of a nerd student. I wonder how he managed to spend 15 minutes saying how great the girl was. Surely you can't stretch the words 'She is a good student' for 15 minutes, can you?
Skinhead pops his head out of the door, and tells me we can come in. My heart nearly explodes with jubilation. We walk over to his desk, and sit down.
"So, what do you feel about the situation in Science?" skinhead says to my mum. She isn't even aware that there is much of a situation.
Skinhead then rambles on about just how much I am underachieving. Underachieving? Excuse me, but surely I should be the one decided just how much I want to achieve? It would have been more accurate if he had said ‘You are not achieving as highly as we want you to. We are on performance related pay you know’.
He talks, and I refute everything he says. He says that I’m holding back everyone in the class due to my constant calling out. Fair enough, I guess, when you think about it.
He would actually have earned some respect in my eyes, if he hadn’t then gone and realized that he sounded like he hated me. He does hate me, but that isn’t the kind of impression he wants to give to my mum. And so, he then starts talking about how my constant interruptions are affecting my friendship with other people in the class. I crack up, right there in front of his eyes, and say ‘I don’t really think it’s any of your business how my friendships with others in the class are’.
‘Well yes Ross (Me), it is my business as a teacher to ensure my class is happy. Last time you called out, no one understood your joke’.
‘Sir, you don’t seem to understand that I am perfectly happy. Everyone else in the class is happy, and if they’re not then it isn’t anything to do with me. If they don’t like me, then that’s their problem’.
I would have said more, but I was cut off by another teacher, Mr. Old Dastard who frequently tells our class that he hates kids. I won’t even go into this guys talking at me.
Anyway, all this made me think. What the hell am I doing in these teachers lessons? I don’t want to be there, they don’t want me to be there, and according to them the rest of the class don’t want me there. So why the hell am I in lessons with these guys for 4 or 5 hours a week?
I’d learn more if I sat in a room, on my own, with a book to learn from.
Frikkin education system. Frikkin society. Frikkin life.
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Well put Cheese my friend, especially the achievement bit. I agree completely with what your saying, and hey, the whole of society's in a mess.
On the NHS show yesterday I said to myself, "I don't want just one of these priorities, we need all of them!"
On the NHS show yesterday I said to myself, "I don't want just one of these priorities, we need all of them!"
Stryke wrote:
> You fight the system, brother.
Yep, and then you can raise a finger to all those that don't put any money in your hat when they pass too...
> You fight the system, brother.
Yep, and then you can raise a finger to all those that don't put any money in your hat when they pass too...
Heh.
I was always told that I was putting any effort into what I did and would tend to stray from work and was far too easily distracted.
I got that from every teacher every year.
"He's not doing good enough"
"He's not doing this he's not doing that"
Then what happened, I went and showed them what I was capable of by passing my exams with grades A - C.
Wahooo
I was always told that I was putting any effort into what I did and would tend to stray from work and was far too easily distracted.
I got that from every teacher every year.
"He's not doing good enough"
"He's not doing this he's not doing that"
Then what happened, I went and showed them what I was capable of by passing my exams with grades A - C.
Wahooo
You fight the system, brother.
hahaha
good ones SONICRAV
good ones SONICRAV
Also after a while of my constant questions the teachers tell me not to put my hand up again and just dont speak and so later on in lesson they ask me some questions and i just dont answer them .
hahahaha
serves them right
hahahaha
serves them right
My school also had it's parents evening tonight.
"Not reaching his A grade potential." is what I got from every single bloody teacher. I hate school. Maybe they could realise I can't get A's, possibly?
"Not reaching his A grade potential." is what I got from every single bloody teacher. I hate school. Maybe they could realise I can't get A's, possibly?
Chemistry:
1) Set teacher on fire:
Steal bottle of ethanol, poor over desk, light. Just like that. Teacher screams to back of class and sweeps the ethanol off the table. On to his foot. And touser. Teacher screams. We laugh. Teacher gets fire out and gives person who started fire one saturday detention. No more.
2) Answering back:
Teacher told by pupil to sit down and shut up. He does. For whole lesson. Classic.
3) Answerring back 2:
Tell teacher he is crap. Get sent to the Headmaster. Refuse to go asking "did anyone else here hear me all him a crap teacher???". No one replies. Teacher lets you off.
Sonic
1) Set teacher on fire:
Steal bottle of ethanol, poor over desk, light. Just like that. Teacher screams to back of class and sweeps the ethanol off the table. On to his foot. And touser. Teacher screams. We laugh. Teacher gets fire out and gives person who started fire one saturday detention. No more.
2) Answering back:
Teacher told by pupil to sit down and shut up. He does. For whole lesson. Classic.
3) Answerring back 2:
Tell teacher he is crap. Get sent to the Headmaster. Refuse to go asking "did anyone else here hear me all him a crap teacher???". No one replies. Teacher lets you off.
Sonic
Grix Thraves wrote:
> pb wrote:
"I just love ignorance. Of course you shouldn't have to learn
> anything, your learning comes from the streets, doesn't it. You don't need to
> know about writing style or get joy from a play, you don't need to have an
> appreciation of other people's religion, do you, of course
> not."
Ignorance is several miles in the other direction to learning more
> about life than you do in school... I have learnt everything I'll ever need in
> school, but I've developed it outside. Now, there's nothing left for me to
> learn, or do, in school, and it terrifies me.
That's when you start teaching yourself instead. With the internet now available to most people, the possibilities are endless. Also, get subscribed to mags like New Scientist or other interest group stuff. Knowledge is power, but in the right hands it is also pleasure.
> pb wrote:
"I just love ignorance. Of course you shouldn't have to learn
> anything, your learning comes from the streets, doesn't it. You don't need to
> know about writing style or get joy from a play, you don't need to have an
> appreciation of other people's religion, do you, of course
> not."
Ignorance is several miles in the other direction to learning more
> about life than you do in school... I have learnt everything I'll ever need in
> school, but I've developed it outside. Now, there's nothing left for me to
> learn, or do, in school, and it terrifies me.
That's when you start teaching yourself instead. With the internet now available to most people, the possibilities are endless. Also, get subscribed to mags like New Scientist or other interest group stuff. Knowledge is power, but in the right hands it is also pleasure.
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