I cannot sleep due to the migranes that I've had on and off everyday since Saturday. I've been laying in bed since 10:30 and have pretty much given up on the idea of sleep for now. Anyway. I was just thinking...teachers. Yeah. Have you noticed that they tend to pick favorites? Not so much elementary teachers, but everything else higher level. That might not be completely true, though. My first grade teacher, Mrs. Carr, was mean to me. I was shy so I didn't really ask for help a lot. One day we were doing an assignment and everyone else was done but I needed help, so I went to ask my teacher for help. She told me to sit down and then asked (already knowing the answer), "who is done with the assignment?" Everyone raised their hands, except for me. Then she proceeded with, "who is not done?" I, the lone ranger, raised my hand, and she started yelling at me for not being done!! I kid you not. I went home and cried, so my mom called the principal and then my teacher had to have a chat with the principal. Yeah that's right lady, first graders are to be feared. Just kidding. I remember another time when I brought in a pretty rock from recess. I used to collect cool rocks, but it was against the school rules to pick up anything off of the ground (even snow when it was snowing). I got called to the front of the room for some reason but I didn't want to leave my rock in the desk because she might've seen it; I put it in my shirt and carried it to the front with me. hahaha. It was obvious though because I was hunched over. She made me give it to her, even though I told her I didn't have anything in my shirt.
In 7th grade, there was a creepy science teacher. He had halotosis and would attempt to look down girls' shirts. He never opened the door or windows either, so we all suffered from his breath. Haha. Anyway, I remember these two girls who were trying to be teachers pets and so they'd flirt with him and eat lunch in his classroom with him. They'd write notes when they were done with assignments and he wouldn't care, but when I wrote a note, he tried to take it from me. I didn't let him, though...especially because I wrote "Mr. Wagoner has especially bad breath today. I'm dying in here!!" Maybe he saw it and that's why he tried to take it....oh and then one time he embarassed me very badly. One day on my desk, somebody had carved "I love ----" I won't name the name, but it was a popular guy (who is still popular to this day...idk why. He thought seeds were planted in tree brances instead of the ground). I didn't want people to think I wrote it, so I showed Mr. Wagoner and then he announced to the class, "hey, Sharisa here loves -------". Wow. It was embarassing.
So, this story isn't really about being picked on by a teacher, but I just remembered it and thought it was funny, so I'm going to tell you. English is easy for me, so I signed up for honors English in 8th grade because I qualified for it. It sucked and was boring (and had WAY too much homework), so I tried to get out of it after a month or two. Apparently we had all signed a "contract" saying that we would stick in the class. My teacher showed me my signature and wouldn't let me out. We even went to the principal, but he said that I did sign the contract so he couldn't do anything. So...I stopped doing my homework and participating and she kicked me out. It was awesome. =)
In 8th grade, my friend Bri and I were in P.E. (or P.U.P.E. as we called it). Both of us have always been sports-challenged. One day when the class was settled, the teacher told us to put the ball on the three-point line, although it was the first day for the basketball unit and neither of us knew what the heck that was. I won't go into detail, but he started mocking us and calling us stupid and the class laughed at us, so we ditched P.E. for three days and got Saturday school, but it was definitely worth it.
The vice principal at that school hated me, too. She tried to get Bri and I suspended because of a stupid school note. My friend had a couple of friends who I was friends with too, until one of them got jealous because my friend and I were good friends. They had another friend who I was not friends with, because she was loud and rude. One day my friend wrote something to effect of "I hope our friend ---- didn't tell that guy I like him. If she did, then she's dead!" The friend (who was also a Mormon-hater, I might add) who I didn't like took this note to the VP (who incidentally didn't like Mormons and wasn't afraid to speak her mind about it). The girl said, "I found this note. I think either ----" (my friend) "or Sharisa wrote it." The VP called us in one at a time and said it was a threatening note that said someone was going to kill someone. Oh brother! She kept calling me back multiple times, trying to get to me confess even though I didn't write it and that's not what it meant at all. She still tried to get me suspended, but my mom went in and yelled at her. Haha. It was awesome.
Oh, I've noticed that P.E. teachers tend to be mean to and pick on the kids who are athletically challenged. Like me...and the uncoordinated, small kids. It's not very nice nor fair.
In 10th grade, I went to three schools. After going to Highland for a month, I got sent to Idaho where I was put in the same biology class. On my first or second day, we got an assignment that I had already done at Highland. At both Highland and DRHS, I had an A in the class. Well, the trouble maker of the class thought I looked like a cute cowgirl so he was my partner (and was a total jerk, potty mouth, Mormon hater, and made fun of the geeky kids so I stopped talking to him). My teacher didn't like him and assumed that I was a trouble maker too because the kid was my partner. He gave us an F on the project because it was "too sloppy". Whatever! He proceeded to give me bad grades and even a detention. I ended up with a D in that class at the end of the semester. Idaho teachers are lame.
In 12th grade, I had a shakespeare teacher who was not helpful at all. We would have to read Shakespeare plays but she wouldn't tell us what they meant! Isn't that why we were in the class, to get help deciphering it? She was really rude to my friend and I when we had to "act out" a scene. She told us we were horrible and interpreting it wrong and told us to sit down. Then she had two other students act it out. It upset my friend a ton because she was an aspiring actress. She even had recording devices in the room. That's not a myth, either. Once when she had a sub, a kid in her class was bad-mouthing the real teacher and she used it to suspend him. Wow. What I really mean to tell you, though, is that she made everyone take the final except for her two favorite students. One of them was really smart and already understood Shakespeare, so she'd always let her leave class and she'd call on her for the read-alouds, which wasn't fair because she said you had to volunteer otherwise you wouldn't get points. How are we supposed to get points when she doesn't let us read? The other girl who was favored by her was a girl who'd always bring in treats for the teacher. Even on our final project (which I spent 8 1/2 hours on and went to school on zero minutes of sleep) she showed favoritism. One of her favorite students wrote journal entries from viewpoints of characters in her story while I recreated the story in a scrapbook, words, pictures, and all, and explained it to the class...which was our assignment, to make it easier to understand. She gave me a B- on it and gave the only A's to her two favorites.
I'm sure I could write about more teacher favoritism, but I won't. My laptop is almost dead and I should try once more to sleep. Aye, aye aye.
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