I went up to my teacher and asked her what the proper wordcount pattern was,
Me: "Um, I wanted to say that I took tutions in vacations from Sir [Name] and he said that all words are counted. I wanted to ask if that's the case."
I KID YOU NOT, THAT WOMAN FLIPPED. RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
Teacher: "All I can say at the moment is that I'm teaching whatever the teachers training tutor has told us. I can't say anything beyond that."
And she smiled. SHE SMILED.
Third period was history and it was devastating. History used to be my favourite subject in Grade 7 and 8. But in 9th and 10th, they ruined it for me. THEY DIDN'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. Moving on.
The teacher gave us some questions and left to teach global f**king communications to a different class. Talk about not giving students attention and then crying in front of the heads that your students aren't performing well.
A junior staff teacher came in and said, "Emma sweetie (ok she didn't say that), Mrs Language is calling you in the office!" and I was like, "Okay honey, be there in a minute!"
No it actually didn't happen like that but just... just imagine it like that. Ok.
So, I walk to the office, and there's Mrs Language and Ms Headfricking30yearoldMistress is sitting there and she says, "Hi Emma, take a seat."
And I'm like, "Okay babe." (No.)
And then the language teacher goes, "If you were taking lessons from Sir [Name] then you should've improved a great deal, but what you wrote here is absolute cr*p."
And I was like, "What."
The Headmistress started a rant, "Well, if you question the teacher about their ways of teaching then you're questioning they're qualifications and you don't have any right to do that."
(I do, my future depends on the teacher's qualification. Duh) "And you always play the victim. We're trying to help you but it's like you don't want to be helped. We tried sorting out problems with your friends but you're so stubborn you don't want us to help. You can't just go around asking teachers and blah blah blah..." (I zoned out. Thankfully.)
So yeah, I was traumatized.
Also it's been four months since that incident so my helpful little brain has blocked out the traumatic memories.
Yay me.
Anyway, that day, I came home from school and cried about it and my mom listened and got angry.
The next day I was admitted to a much better place with more population density and amazing teachers.
I also have friends now.
That's all.
Me: "Um, I wanted to say that I took tutions in vacations from Sir [Name] and he said that all words are counted. I wanted to ask if that's the case."
I KID YOU NOT, THAT WOMAN FLIPPED. RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
Teacher: "All I can say at the moment is that I'm teaching whatever the teachers training tutor has told us. I can't say anything beyond that."
And she smiled. SHE SMILED.
Third period was history and it was devastating. History used to be my favourite subject in Grade 7 and 8. But in 9th and 10th, they ruined it for me. THEY DIDN'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. Moving on.
The teacher gave us some questions and left to teach global f**king communications to a different class. Talk about not giving students attention and then crying in front of the heads that your students aren't performing well.
A junior staff teacher came in and said, "Emma sweetie (ok she didn't say that), Mrs Language is calling you in the office!" and I was like, "Okay honey, be there in a minute!"
No it actually didn't happen like that but just... just imagine it like that. Ok.
So, I walk to the office, and there's Mrs Language and Ms Headfricking30yearoldMistress is sitting there and she says, "Hi Emma, take a seat."
And I'm like, "Okay babe." (No.)
And then the language teacher goes, "If you were taking lessons from Sir [Name] then you should've improved a great deal, but what you wrote here is absolute cr*p."
And I was like, "What."
The Headmistress started a rant, "Well, if you question the teacher about their ways of teaching then you're questioning they're qualifications and you don't have any right to do that."
(I do, my future depends on the teacher's qualification. Duh) "And you always play the victim. We're trying to help you but it's like you don't want to be helped. We tried sorting out problems with your friends but you're so stubborn you don't want us to help. You can't just go around asking teachers and blah blah blah..." (I zoned out. Thankfully.)
So yeah, I was traumatized.
Also it's been four months since that incident so my helpful little brain has blocked out the traumatic memories.
Yay me.
Anyway, that day, I came home from school and cried about it and my mom listened and got angry.
The next day I was admitted to a much better place with more population density and amazing teachers.
I also have friends now.
That's all.
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