I think I formed the idea pretty early on that my teachers were idiots, like age five or thereabouts. Never realized before how important that could’ve been in preventing this particular bit of early brain damage!
I got pulled from first grade and was homeschooled for awhile. I would physically attack teachers and students when they were aggressively dumb. I don’t think my social skills really recovered.
edit: Wow, this brought up a lot of memories. I think my entire identity is thanks to a garage sale where someone was getting rid of a bunch of science oriented books and I begged my mom into buying them. In third grade I got to go to a school with a library and teachers preferred me to read in class rather than be disruptive. The class library had lots of sci-fi, including stuff like Heinlein, and I remember thinking adults must be illiterate because of the disconnect between the content they wouldn’t allow in other media formats and the stuff in books. The librarian knew, and she would lend me her personal books, as long as I promised not to tell anyone about the racy stuff. I specifically remember The Kin of Ata which was a morality play hinging on a rape scene, though not a violent or graphic one.
I just sometimes wrote really mean corrections to all their nonsense on the back of exams. This somehow got me extra points sometimes.
I am in college now (by force and wanting to drop out) and the teachers are probably worse...
The psychology, western civilization and cultural anthropology teacher:
-Said she “didn’t believe” in natural selection.
-Confused cognitive bias with general biased opinions and explained it as such.
-Doesn’t really seem to understand how evolution works.
-Wants to start drama about a mean complaint I wrote about her letting people take smoke breaks in the middle of her classes.
-Is one of those people who cheerfully declare the mind to be a great mysterious mystery that “probably wont be solved until 2000 years from now”.
-Explained falsifiability incorrectly.
-Made some horrible typos in the papers she gave us (this is minor compared to the other errors though).
The other teacher only teaches my chemistry class:
-He calls scientific notation “scientific method”
-He calls the symbols of chemical elements “formulas”
-Makes everyone sit in the front (I’m shy and prefer to stay away from other people if I can help it, I even communicate with these teachers mostly through writing in a notebook and showing them).
And both of them strongly encourage memorizing passwords (the first teacher repeatedly announces everything that will be on the exam and the answer, the second one makes us memorize the symbols and names of chemical elements without explaining much more about them).
Yet when I remember some of the really bad things school teachers used to do...one of them made me teach class in his place since he was not very bright, and made us watch Twilight. And the other students kept rewinding it when he wasn’t looking to skip class, he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Apparently I have too agreeable a personality to be a child prodigy… To be honest, I remember very little about anything before Grade 5 or so, but I don’t remember specifically disliking my teachers or finding them stupid. I liked my teachers most of the time even if a lot of the time I just ignored them and read books under my day, which may be why my grades were mediocre up until junior high, when I discovered that you were supposed to pay attention in class (and when the material became slightly more interesting!)
I didn’t get a really aggressively stupid teacher (or, at least, one I realised was that stupid) until I was 12. I worked out (I think) 37 times 4 in my head (it was thirty-something times an integer less than five) and he looked at me like I was a suspicious freak who was up to something for having been able to do this in my head and not consider it remarkable. I shudder at the thought that that was ever in charge of children.
I think I formed the idea pretty early on that my teachers were idiots, like age five or thereabouts. Never realized before how important that could’ve been in preventing this particular bit of early brain damage!
Were you forced to bite any of them?
Forced to? No.
I got pulled from first grade and was homeschooled for awhile. I would physically attack teachers and students when they were aggressively dumb. I don’t think my social skills really recovered.
edit: Wow, this brought up a lot of memories. I think my entire identity is thanks to a garage sale where someone was getting rid of a bunch of science oriented books and I begged my mom into buying them. In third grade I got to go to a school with a library and teachers preferred me to read in class rather than be disruptive. The class library had lots of sci-fi, including stuff like Heinlein, and I remember thinking adults must be illiterate because of the disconnect between the content they wouldn’t allow in other media formats and the stuff in books. The librarian knew, and she would lend me her personal books, as long as I promised not to tell anyone about the racy stuff. I specifically remember The Kin of Ata which was a morality play hinging on a rape scene, though not a violent or graphic one.
I would physically attack teachers and students when they were aggressively dumb. I don’t think my social skills really recovered.
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I just sometimes wrote really mean corrections to all their nonsense on the back of exams. This somehow got me extra points sometimes.
I am in college now (by force and wanting to drop out) and the teachers are probably worse...
The psychology, western civilization and cultural anthropology teacher: -Said she “didn’t believe” in natural selection. -Confused cognitive bias with general biased opinions and explained it as such. -Doesn’t really seem to understand how evolution works. -Wants to start drama about a mean complaint I wrote about her letting people take smoke breaks in the middle of her classes. -Is one of those people who cheerfully declare the mind to be a great mysterious mystery that “probably wont be solved until 2000 years from now”. -Explained falsifiability incorrectly. -Made some horrible typos in the papers she gave us (this is minor compared to the other errors though).
The other teacher only teaches my chemistry class: -He calls scientific notation “scientific method” -He calls the symbols of chemical elements “formulas” -Makes everyone sit in the front (I’m shy and prefer to stay away from other people if I can help it, I even communicate with these teachers mostly through writing in a notebook and showing them).
And both of them strongly encourage memorizing passwords (the first teacher repeatedly announces everything that will be on the exam and the answer, the second one makes us memorize the symbols and names of chemical elements without explaining much more about them).
Yet when I remember some of the really bad things school teachers used to do...one of them made me teach class in his place since he was not very bright, and made us watch Twilight. And the other students kept rewinding it when he wasn’t looking to skip class, he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Any ideas or comments?
Apparently I have too agreeable a personality to be a child prodigy… To be honest, I remember very little about anything before Grade 5 or so, but I don’t remember specifically disliking my teachers or finding them stupid. I liked my teachers most of the time even if a lot of the time I just ignored them and read books under my day, which may be why my grades were mediocre up until junior high, when I discovered that you were supposed to pay attention in class (and when the material became slightly more interesting!)
I didn’t get a really aggressively stupid teacher (or, at least, one I realised was that stupid) until I was 12. I worked out (I think) 37 times 4 in my head (it was thirty-something times an integer less than five) and he looked at me like I was a suspicious freak who was up to something for having been able to do this in my head and not consider it remarkable. I shudder at the thought that that was ever in charge of children.