10,000 people in the tags of my post: i didnt know i had depression, i was self harming, i was struggling with an abusive home life, i went from A’s to F’s. in response, my teachers mocked/ignored me instead of helping me.
10 education majors with a chip in their shoulder: you are singlehandedly lowering teachers’ salaries you ungrateful bitch. try being a teacher for 2 seconds and you might realize that we’re too busy to notice your stupid insignificant little problems and make allowances for you! you should have asked for help.
i’m tired of ribbing on this, so this is the last thing i’ll say on the matter:
not all teachers are bad, but a VERY LARGE HANDFUL of them are not equipped to deal with children.
if you are entering the education field and you cannot wrap your head around the idea that you should watch for warning signs & make accommodations for struggling children, pick a different career.
so many of you thin-skinned idiots are swarming my post with “what do you expect underpaid teachers to do? some kids are just lazy!” and i am BEGGING you to have a shred of fucking empathy.
i have over 10,000 people on my post sharing stories of neglect, and you’re going to blame a bunch of kids?
the education system is inherently flawed, we know that! and you still can’t consider for a moment that depressed kids were abused by the teachers in that system?
grow a few brain cells, rub em together, and create enough static electricity to power some critical thinking.
yo the number of kids that i had to send home in the LAST TWO HOURS OF THE DAY was ridiculous. Why did they have to go through the ENTIRE DAY to have a teacher notice they were sick? I sent a girl once and the clinic called to have her stuff brought up and she was gone for two days afterwards. because when I sent her up to the clinic her fever had reached 105 degrees.
or the time i sent an obviously sick boy up, only to have his fever break on the walk up and the clinic send him back drenched in sweat. His fever came back 15 minutes and he got to go home
or the kid that slept for half of my class (thank god for blocked periods) for two weeks because he wasn’t getting sleep at home because of a problem with his mattress
or the kid when i was a STUDENT TEACHER that i spotted at lunch (not even my kid!!!) not eating lunch and laying his head down. i asked what was wrong and I realize its a kid thats normally super loud at lunch and hes just sluggish and mumbling and surprise surprise burning up. one of the teachers told me that she would never touch a child to check their temperature. because what if she got sick too.
or the kid who suddenly and without warning started having major behavioral problems and attitude and snark and all that and all my mentor teachers were telling me to call home and complain about his behavior. instead I asked if anything had changed recently and guess what? new medication dosage that the grandmother wasn’t sure if the side effects were actually that bad or if he was just going through puberty like a normal 12-13 year old boy. Next week he was back on normal dose and his behavior was magically fixed without him getting grounded for it
Teachers need to get their shit together and they need to hold other teachers accountable for this shit. I don’t give a damn about these kids grades if it means they’re working themselves to death for them. And if they have to work themselves to sickness to do well in your class, you’re the problem.
Tag: Teachers
So today this kid yelled Nani the fuck?!? in the middle of a test and I felt compelled to share this to the world.
teachers, share the weird crap your kids have done!
I’m not a teacher (yet) but I do work with students and one of them had the nerve to look me dead in the eye and ask me “why would it be a bad idea for me to eat this entire marker?” They’re 11
An 4th grader asked for a high five by saying, “A little slappy to make daddy happy?”
I did not give him a high five.
A student during break had her head in her arms and was shaking a bit, so i asked the kid next to her whether she was laughing or crying and this 8 year old stared me in the eye deadpan and said “im crying on the inside”
Wait i take that back, I cant believe i forgot about the time i brought in a small stuffed octopus as a class mascot because why tf not. It was a class of high schoolers and i didnt imagine theyd actually care much, but one student snuck in a snack and gave it to the octopus as a tribute. Which led to other students doing the same thing, until every day there was a pile of of offerings to Fweej the Overseer, mostly consisting of things like string cheeses and small bags of chips, but sometimes there wouldd be a couple bucks in quarters, one kid brought in some giant pocky i think, and at one point there was a cold stone gift card. This stuffed octopus gained a cult following.
Later i brought in another stuffed octopus that looked exactly the same but bigger and told the class that Fweej the Overseer accepted their offerings and became stronger. These highschoolers lost their goddamn minds.
Oh my god I love this. Thank you for letting those kids be the dorks all high schoolers are.