Story 5: You’d think an art teacher, of all people, would realize that a color-blind person’s unique take on a classical art piece might stand out enough from dozens of other replicas, enough so to catch the eye of the judges.
My uncle was fully color blind but his hobby was oil painting. His works give you an odd feeling but are quite impressive. Interestingly enough, he also did tv repair, which required working with different colored wires you had to tell apart. He was a remarkable person all around.
This art teacher must have forgotten the saying "art is in the eye of the beholder, and everyone will have their own interpretation" and that his interpretation isn't necessarily the correct one or the only one.
@@gothgirl4evr881 Yep. I hated my High School Art teacher, because she was a nit-picking person who didn't seem to understand that not everyone is going to produce the same interpretation to something. She near had me believing I wasn't any good at what I was doing, despite my efforts. Yet, my teachers at TAFE would make suggestions to help improve, or if there is a need to change something it's to, again, help. (But then, these teachers WANT you to pass, they don't like failing anyone unless they had to). I swear High School teachers just want to scare the young people, O_O
That’s actually pretty sad. They could have taught that the beauty of art is in the eye of the beholder and then taught the students some things about art that were necessary to know instead of picking everything apart so darned much.
HUGE green flag of the school admin in story 2 to immediately ask if OP was okay and regularly check up on them. Seems to me like they've either gotten complaints about this teacher's targetted bullying before, or they're just that good of a person to recognize what was going on.
19:38 as an artist, if I were an art teacher and I knew a student hated art, I would’ve bloody sat with them and asked why. Art shouldn’t be a subject to be drilled on, it’s a form of feckin’ expression, and in my opinion, if someone hates art as a subject, it means they weren’t permitted to express themselves in a way they saw fit. For example, if someone who’s colorblind was made to make up a color palette, or someone who’s deaf was made to compose sheet music. Or they were forced to use a medium they didn’t like, or didn’t vibe with, or couldn’t find a flow. You can’t expect someone to get good at something if they can’t find a flow. You don’t have to be good at art to do it, but I feel there’s definitely an artistic medium that a person does like or clicks with or is able to use, but wasn’t permitted to use, hence “I hate art”. I knew one guy who hated art, but was a big business major, and I talked to him and suggested “what if you made logos for a hypothetical business?” He ran with it so hard, and made fantastic logos for a business that didn’t exist, using his knowledge on business and marketing to make logos that would appeal to the public, but be distinct enough to stick out from other logos. It doesn’t take a genius to find an angle/medium/process that allows someone to thrive, even if they’re “not an artist” or “hates art”. Bloody hell. It just infuriates me when teachers try and force people to go “one way” in art, when art is about expression, and it almost never goes just “one way”.
I like your view on art. To many professionals or teachers believe art is rigid and orderly. But I find a lot of those arts don't effect well emotionally. If a chaotic piece somehow makes me feel an emotion, then I consider it art.
I only hate art because I lack the talent. I enjoy art itself, and back in the day actually could give constructive feedback on certain mediums, but my own stubby viking fingers frustrate me too much to do it.
I wish my fifth grade art teacher had shared your approach. While she was a nice person in general, it seemed that she couldn't comprehend the fact that any of her students could possibly be at all different from how she was at their age. She had grown up wanting to learn how to draw people and having to wait until college to do so. Thus, she was OBSESSED with teaching her students how to draw people, which was something I had no gift for, zero interest in doing, and when I "bit the bullet" and made the effort, the results were so hideous that I was horribly embarrassed about them. The few times I managed to make decent (for me) efforts, they still got such poor grades that I eventually ran out of "Fs" to give. My motto for that year was "I hate art with all my heart!"
My sons' art teacher is horrible. One of them, told me last month that he hates art and its because of her. It is really heart breaking. Even in the parent-teacher meeting/educational conference where you get one on one with each teacher, she couldn't even muster a single compliment for him. I was pissed because he really works hard on his projects and in his latest one he got an A. The teacher seems to be angry that unlike his brother, he never goes out to answer questions in class or volunteer to start projects. She is new and catty and at some point asked if he ever did crafts projects at home... I was pissed because he does and I stopped her after she went on and on and said we will work on it. Unlike her, the other teachers never compared them and just told me what they each have to work on. I loathe her because we have worked hard to not make our boys compete with each other and here she is. I told my husband he will be the one dealing with her in all future meetings. I am done. What's worse is that my kid was pretty good at it but he is somewhat reserved and this teacher is holding it against him. I told him to endure because he is in year 6, next year he will drop it. Now I have a kid who hates art and it shows when we try to do it at home, he follows instructions but he never puts his own twist to it.
I loved drawing planes, ships and buildings in school. However, my art teacher was of the firm opinion that representations of these subjects didn't constitute "art". The only real art, as per her, was portraits and landscapes. I was quite surprised to discover in later life that there were organizations like The Guild of Aviation Artists and the work of their members was considered art.
I was so hoping that one of the students wet their pants in Ms. Mack's classes because it was their 4th bathroom use of the year... that would've probably gotten her fired.
I wonder if this Ms. Mack also taught kindergarten. My daughter had a teacher, fresh out of college, named Ms. Mack who gave homework that lasted over an hour each night. It was ridiculous! I myself taught secondary school, and my kids did not do this much homework each night. I think parents must have complained because she was gone after the first year. My daughter's first grade teacher was much better, and homework was more in line with what a 6 year old was expected to be able to do. Every time I hear that name mentioned, I remember my daughter crying at the table because she had so much work to do...as a FIVE YEAR OLD. I really think a lot of mean girls go into teaching, not because they love kids and teaching them, but because they love exercising power over the most helpless in our society.
@@GoinBand2 Pretty much any job that affords a lot of power over others like teaching, medicine, police, etc attracts those who genuinely want to help others but unfortunately also those who don't give a single crap about others and just want that power.
While I suspect "Ms. Mack" was not her actual name, I can't help but wonder if she's related to the most evil, incompetent substitute teacher I ever encountered, whose name actually was "Mr. Mack". He was basically a substitute teacher version of the classic "Ebenezer Scrooge" from Dickens' "Christmas Carol" story, squint-eyed, foul tempered and didn't have the time of day for anyone. He would punish the whole class (nothing criminal or over the top, but a lot of extra and pointless writing of things like rules, which would produce a brutal case of writer's cramp before the day was half over) any time a student acted up, and with it being a ghetto school, there were enough uncontrolled feral children of drug dealers and other inner city types that someone was always acting up. Thus, any time we had Mr. Mack as a substitute, we knew we were in for a horrible day of the class being run ragged because a few of the students didn't have functional parents. The whole class would break out in open revolt, as even the quiet, well-behaved kids would refuse to stand for being punished for things they didn't do and had no control over.
trust me the teacher doesn't get fired but the kid gets humiliated i have nerve issues stemming from an incident when i was 6 i have no feeling around my bladder so when i have the urge to go i have to GO one of my teachers was a C U Next Tuesday and hated my family because my mother was a "single mum" (she was a widow but dad died in a work accident not a war so apparently that immediately made mum a wh0re instead of a widow according to this C U N T) so i was never allowed to go during class and not only was i forced to hold it which never happened but i was also forced to clean the chairs because i was "a filthy wh0res kid who was just dirty etc etc i was 6 - 7 years old that was like 31 - 32 years ago we moved not long after that and that teacher was still there when i went back 6 years later i think she's dead now but probably not nasty things like her just hang on out of spite
Second story: A strict teacher at that age is literally making an effort to make rebelious kids later in life. Also, going to the restroom three times A YEAR?! They are kids, not robots. That teacher just wanted to have power to swing around.
That teacher is a bully, she separated the student constantly, ISOLATING the student to the point where he/she was not allowed to interact with classmates! (always in the back of the class, group projects alone etc) That is EXACTLY one of the subtle ways teenage "gangs" can bully someone. It royally pissed my off hearing that! I am so sad that op had to experience something like that!
So something I always told my daughter was if she really had to leave the class and the teacher wouldn't let them leave or acknowledge her raised hand, she should just leave and I would back her up. (Of course i mean things like bathroom and medical emergencies)
first story: Nah... I'd be walking right on out of the class and straight to the head office. But, I like this better. How to literally tell a stupid power tripping teacher she's screwed.
The only thing I remember from "The Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner", is:"Watter, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink. Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink." So I guess I would have gotten a few points.
I remember the crew encountered a cursed ship sailed by a lady of death that somehow killed everyone except the Mariner, and when the cursed ship finally sailed on after a week, the Mariner's crew re-animated as zombies.
The only thing I remember about it is the title, which was actually spelled "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner". As a precocious kid with a huge vocabulary, I knew that "rime" is a heavy coating of frost, which frequently does cover ships at sea in cold, wet weather. Thus, I was surprised (and slightly disappointed) when I actually read the poem and it wasn't about a layer of frost covering an elderly sailor...
Discipline is one thing. Abuse of power is a whole other issue, and the fine line that turns schools into franchise store fronts because they're sued to Hell and back.
When I was in second grade, I was in a ghetto school. My regular teacher was wonderful, but her health wasn't the best so we often had substitutes. One of them, coincidentally named "Mr. Mack" was a poster child for how NOT to manage students. He was basically a substitute teacher version of the classic "Ebenezer Scrooge" from Dickens' "Christmas Carol" story, squint-eyed, foul tempered and didn't have the time of day for anyone. He would punish the whole class (nothing criminal or over the top, but a lot of extra and pointless writing of things like rules, which would produce a brutal case of writer's cramp before the day was half over) any time a student acted up, and with it being a ghetto school, there were enough uncontrolled feral children of drug dealers and other inner city types that someone was always acting up. Thus, any time we had Mr. Mack as a substitute, we knew we were in for a horrible day of the class being run ragged because a few of the students didn't have functional parents. The whole class would break out in open revolt, as even the quiet, well-behaved kids would refuse to stand for being punished for things they didn't do and had no control over.
Guessing you haven't actually taught children. Children need very clear expectations, boundaries and consequences. Did she go overboard? Yes. I'd love to know how you'd handle this child in addition to the rest of the class on a daily basis. People sit judging teachers are almost always the ones who raise crappy children and blame teachers for their own inability to raise 1 or a couple of decent people.
@@miss_mishas one of the "problem kids", the teachers constantly silencing me actualy did a lot more harm than good. They thought my sudden compliance was something worth praising. It wasn't. I was suddenly quiet because the verbal abuse at home turned physical, and I was scared and tired of it all. They took the easy solution and didn't look into the sudden change in behavior because it was convenient for them. And my previous behavior issues? Also because of my home issues. Punishing students without trying to get to the bottom of why they're acting like they are is like putting a branding iron on a wound. It might help the teacher, the student might shut up, but you've just made a bad situation into an unescapable hell.
The second story about the teacher that told OP to sit in the back of the classroom and to never say another word while there reminds me of my 6th Grade English teacher
Tenth grade math teacher for me. I have ADHD and dyslexia. Numbers in particular simply will not play nice and sit still or make sense. Ironically my mother made me get a diploma in basic bookkeeping as my tertiary education.
Punishing a student by preventing them from learning only works if said student wants to be there in the first place. Which based on experience, most grade to high school students will consider school a prison.
I never understood punishing students, who are MINORS, for being late, especially if they depend on their parents/ others to get to school. God forbid parents keep their kids home from public school then get the cops called on them for keeping them from an education, but schools are perfectly ok with keeping kids from being educated if they’re late?? Make it make sense.
Think it was designed to make people complacent for the 9 to 5 grind. Might be wrong, but I feel like that is the reason. That said, yeah it is REALLY stupid. Life happens, some times you can't avoid being late or absent. Not to mention the trend of forcing sick people to come in and how that backfired something bad in 2020.
For real I've just said screw it because I was waiting for a bus mid winter with a foot+ of snow and -10 degrees. I'd get to the bus stop 10 minutes prior and wait for 30 minutes after the supposed pick up time. I'm sorry rather get in trouble for missing school over getting frost bite and sick.
I had a classmate and friend, a fellow Airforce veteran, in my Vo-Tech IT course. He had a young wife and new baby. One day he died of an aneurysm in class. That was rough. 😢
@@AllantitanNot always. I had an aunt who died of one bursting in her head. She lived upstairs from her mother-in-law and had spent some time with her and then said she was going back to her apartment to mop the kitchen floor and would see her in a little while. After she didn't return in a few hours her mother-in-law went upstairs to check on her and found her dead on the kitchen floor. If she was having some kind of symptoms, she never said anything to anybody.
Speak Spanish story: OP, you showed more patience than I would have. I would have just blurted out in a VERY loud voice in English that my roommate had just died and I needed to go home. Even with that I would have made a formal complaint to the dean. Don't talk story: OP, you could have gone one better. You could have written the admin a note that said Ms. Mack didn't allow you to speak at all in class, even to answer questions. That would have likely gotten an even better response. Late to class story: Agreed. Life happens and there are things that are out of your control. As long as being late wasn't a constant, yeah, keeping you out of class for any period of time was the wrong way to react. Memorize story: You have a fantastic memory OP... and a bit of an attitude. But I tend to agree. I always liked to read as well, but certain subjects were admittedly a bore and made it extremely hard, especially if I found the book to be poorly written on top of it all. Art story: Many years ago I was a part of the Navy's nuclear power program. Unfortunately, I really didn't have the math background and wound up failing out. No shame, the failure rate for the school was about 60%. One of my classmates was an Electronics Technician (I was an Electrician). One of the things to know was that everything an ET did was color coded. All the wiring was different colors and different shades of colors. Turns out this guy was 100% COLOR BLIND. He could only see black, white and shades of gray. He had managed to memorize the various shades of gray to match the correct colors and shades of colors required and managed to get thru ET school and wasn't caught out until nuke power school. They wound up having to give him a medical discharge. Too many things on a ship being color coded. Zoom classes. OP, in some ways you were lucky. My grandsons were in elementary school for that nonsense. For pretty much all intents and purposes, they missed most of a year of school because the schools couldn't get their acts together for online teaching.
The teacher in the fourth story should not have set such an open-ended goal for extra credit without taking into account that any student determined enough could just memorise that poem instead of studying for the test. Any teacher with the slightest experience should know that students will go a long way to avoid having to do their actual homework 😝
With my Naive 14-year-old mind, I would have told those art guys no and repeated what the art teacher told me. Why it's so bad straight to their face in front of everybody without thinking. I would have essentially called him out in front of everybody of why I can't let them have my art.
I'm a former teacher in Denmark, but when I was 14 years old, I got sendt to the office of reading Shakespeare in my Danish class even do we were studying Shakespeare. My teacher wanted us to watch our classmates acting Romeo and Juliet instead of reading ( she were the acting teacher too). I didn't get in to trouble but she did😂😂
My school had what they called the “Sweep Policy” where if you were late, you’d be “swept” away to the cafeteria where you had to stay for the whole period. If it happened to be a test day, you weren’t supposed to be allowed to make it up, and if you were swept more than X number of times, you would receive escalating amounts of detention. Absolutely horrendous policy for obvious reasons.
Story 4 - OMG OP handled that brilliantly! To be honest, I don’t know if I would be able to do that but the way OP handled that was perfect. I can only imagine the teachers face doing a perfectly imitation of Vernon Dursley.😂😂😂
I am reminded of my math teacher of middle school. Coming in late, she said to me: "You are late". I answered: "Indeed I am" and went to sit down. I learned afterwards she spoke with my parent about my behaviour. But she asked nothing to me, she made a statement, and that statement was correct. My parents were fully on my side on that.
Last story...during the Covid outbreak, my workplace did zoom meetings. The best way to avoid being seen is to sit in front of a bright window. All the other onlookers only see your outline. :)
Story 1: its very normal for language teachers to demand their students to only speak in the language they are trying to teach. In important situations u can just ignore their demands and say it in ur default language
My high school French teachers usually made an exception for questions in English if we said, "Comment dit-on" (how do you say) and then asked the question 😆
the issue wasn't the immersive spanish, it was the immersive spanish being universally enforced in a really short timeframe class I had an immersive spanish class that was in a short timeframe as well, so I can attest to it being very unhelpful for slower learners or those without a headstart, but even my teacher didn't universally enforce it. if there was something important you needed to talk about, you could just say it.
Immersion is pointless if the students don't have a base level of vocabulary (a few hundred words is fantastic but even a few dozen can be expanded on) they can draw apon. I start getting the kids to explain words in english by about 7 or 8 years old after about 1 or 2 years of learning english. It's a stupid waste of time mostly before high school/middle school (depending on what you call it) because the base just isn't there. It better to jump start the kids before about 8 years old. After that immersion is ok but still usually difficult until they get to be about 14 or 15. If it's an emergency you don't enforce it.
I've taught in schools (government) that have misguided teachers doing that with 6 to 11 year olds. It's a really slow way to teach english. You are much better off explaining the vocabulary for about 2 or 3 years and then after that start getting the kids to explain words in english. It's great that the kids know their native language at that age but they need to start explaining things in the language they are learning if they hope to get good marks later when they do their tests for university or work/visa etc.
@@skilletpan5674 high school and middle school are not the same thing. middle school used to be referred to as "junior high" if that clears anything up. also, the story is about teaching/learning spanish, not english.
In college what filmmaking (and creative writing) courses had teachers that loathed anything that might be considered commercially viable; they were very into avant-garde (of which I am _not_ a fan). When I got the camera, one of the films I made was using my old Thimble City, and I dropped by my old high school and was allowed to borrow the class tarantula for the weekend. I just filmed the tarantula walking about the miniature town, directing it by gently blowing towards it for it to go away from the air stream. The class couldn't deal with the imagery; the utterly silent five or so minute had them all but climbing the walls in horror.
Story 4: A friend of mine (Bill) studied Latin because he loved Roman history. Only, he wasn't very good at it, and it looked like he was going to fail the subject. Bill opened his end-of-year exam paper and his heart sank - more than half the marks were for translating a passage from Latin into English. It was just a wall of gibberish to him. Until he saw one word: acetum. He knew that was the word for vinegar. And thanks to all the Roman history he'd read, Bill knew the passage was about Hannibal leading his army across the Alps. Suddenly, knowing what the passage about, he was able to pick out more words - enough that he could translate it perfectly. Bill's teacher, knowing how poorly he'd done through the year, was convinced he must have cheated somehow...
Story 6: Our administration expressly stipulated that all students *must* have their cameras on for Zoom/online class meetings during covid. Teachers were held accountable for not enforcing that rule.
Yes, I'm with you. That story was more of a kid wanting to bypass rules. If they were sitting in the classroom, someone could be looking at them, so same goes for zoom.
Part of being able to watch students working in class is the ability to see students doing the work and not someone else. I get angry every time this story is shared because the student is nothing but disrespectful. Get over yourself. In class others may see or watch you work, just like when you get a big boy job, which will be harder to get if you keep acting like that.
As a former teacher, now retired, but who loved her students enough that I substitute teach to this day at my former high schools, I always thought that if a teacher hated kids, there would be many easier jobs to do that would pay as much or more, but I did not consider that some people just love to make others suffer! I am glad I knew of very, very few of those!
Story 5. I do consider myself an artist. And I've learned at a VERY young age that art is subjective. There is no 'Right and Wrong' way for art. Also, I really wanted to see OP's entry picture! I wish he included a pic.
That one about the teacher just writing on the board made me flash back to AP US History. My teacher did something similar. Except he had all the notes already written on transparencies that he would project onto the board. He'd sit next to the projector and read it out loud. He'd have several pages of notes every day. We'd come into class and the first page would already be on the projector and we'd sit down and start writing as fast as we could. We had to get a head start if we wanted to finish before he switched to the next page. After that he'd give a few extra moments between pages but you still had to write as fast as you could if you didn't want to miss any notes. My hand hurt so bad at the end of those 70 minutes.
I have a couple teacher stories. For my senior year of high school, my mom wanted me to take a physical education class. For some explicit reason, I decided to go with weightlifting. I hated it. However, during the second semester, I ended up getting into an accident where I ran into a guy on the blacktop while we were running laps. I was going so fast and couldn’t stop and he wasn’t paying attention. I landed on my knees and my hands scraping them up. Since the football coach was the instructor for the class, I asked him if I could use some of the football tape to use over my bandages. He didn’t want to get it and made a joke about the entire thing. I didn’t think it was that funny, but after reflecting, I did think it was funny later. I thought it was so funny that I actually told my mom the joke. Honestly, I thought it was funny. My mother took me down to the school and complained to the principal. This was the same principal I had from the sixth grade. He put me into AP psychology, where they were actually studying stress. 😂 in the eighth grade, I had a reading teacher who gave me an F on a group project because I did not read the book with the group. I was an avid reader, so I finished the book before everyone else did. I also told her it was stupid. I told my mom that I was getting the bad grade beforehand. My stepfather was a screamer, so it was better to let him know in advance. Surprisingly, I did not get in trouble. Mom read the book, also thought it was stupid, and advised the teacher that it had also been banned in Florida. This was back in the 90s, so it was actually banned for mentioning alcohol. I later got back at the teacher because she found me in the library reading north and south by John Jakes. If anyone has ever read that book, You know it was not an appropriate book for an 8th grader.
Story 5: This one hit deep with me. I had an art teacher in secondary school who hated me. She sat me next to the most talented girl in the class who she heaped praise upon. She made sure that everyone got at least one bit of positive feedback for their work, but when she came to me she would scoff and walk away. She would make an example of me in front of the class and make it clear she didn't think I was good enough for the subject. I finally, with my parent's consent, ask to be withdrawn from the exam as I had no belief in myself in terms of art and resented/hated the subject by that point. When she asked me what she could do with my coursework piece, I told her to just throw it out. She picked it up and in front of the whole class, tore it down the middle and put it in the bin. Despite many people reporting similar behaviour, she was never fired. Last I heard, she is head of the department, so she got away with it ultimately.
I am so sorry. Why so many teachers work their butts off to make their students despise their subjects is beyond me. I want my students to LOVE whatever aspects appeal to them of whatever I'm teaching!
I had several teachers growing up who not only allowed bullying in their classrooms but encouraged it and bullied me themselves. To single out a child and punish them for small things is horrible. The impact it had on my self confidence in academics is almost as bad as the perfectionism my mother caused. I swear, people should be given psychological tests before they're allowed to be teachers. Or anything in which they directly influence children. I'm glad that the twelve year old handled that so well.
15:15 Story 5. What is art? Anything it seem. It reminds me of that Simpsons episode in which Homer becames an artist because he couldn't put together a grill.
@3:15 "Like what if it was something private that shouldn't have been shared to the class?" Erm, it WAS something private that shouldn't have been shared to the class!! How insensitive are you to think otherwise? Announcing someone's death is not something to be done that way unless requested by the family.
Story 5... that just shows that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Not being able to see the hues should be discussed and had a discussion (in private) of how to work around it, and how they needed to develop a different style. I hated how art teachers wanted everyone to have similar productions... and belittle/disrespect those who don't match their pre-determined vision. Art is one subject there is no "right answer" to the work given.
Story 4 Being friends with a bunch of teachers with their own passion projects, I can next to guarantee that teacher remembers "That little arse" pretty fondly tbh. She didn't go back on her word and OP didn't say anything about her bringing it to anyone, which makes me think that she may have teared up in joy in private. If a teacher dislikes you but lets you get away with something, nine times out of ten you didn't actually get away with anything. You did what they wanted.
The story of the Art Teacher resonates with me. In high school I had to take an art class my junior year, it was a graduation requirement. For some reason she didn't like me that much, she always had something to say about any work we were doing, I never made the right color, my lines were not straight enough, it was not creative; you get the picture. She constantly made me redo whatever work we were on at the moment. It was frustrating as she would let me work for most of the class time to only come by and tell me to do it again. Imagine redoing the same work four to six times and I was the only one she did that to. She was very much the artsy, lets say bohemian, type. Her back story was that coming from a family of Russian immigrants she was shunned because she chose to get an art degree and hasn't had a good relationship with her parents every since; it's sad but I think it contributed to her doubling down on expecting everyone to be as artsy as she was. Every class was like that, no matter how hard I tried, on the other hand this other guy (her favorite, for some reason), could be messing around and he was perfect; funny enough, he didn't care for her or the class. Never mind "art is subjective", I was poorly graded on almost every project we did, except for one which I will mention in a bit. The only reason I passed the class is because I would ace (100%) every single quiz and test on art history. Now, during that school year on two different occasions I made her jaw drop. The first happened during career week, it was a week during which at different days and at different times a professional would give a talk about what they studied, the degree they had, and what their job entails; some would even conduct activities for the students in the class they were in. On this day, someone who works in marketing came into our class; a nice reprieve from the usual mumblings from our teacher regretting her failed career as an artist. Anyway, after the presentation the marketing guy gives us an activity to do. It consisted on drawing a cellphone, not a smartphone...a cellphone; this was a couple of years before the first iPhone was ever released. I decided to draw one of the most popular phones at the time, a Motorola flip phone (without the branding of course). As both the teacher and the marketing guy were checking everyone's drawings they reach the teacher's favorite student. After seeing how smug her face was I decided to add a little detail on my drawing. My sketch was okay, I am not good at drawing but I played to my strengths (according to many people who knew me 🤨). What did I do? I added a text next to my drawing which said, "It's not just a phone, it's a way of life". When my work was next the teacher barely even glanced at it before pulling look of disgust (no exaggeration), however, the marketing guy took an interest in it. He loved the text I had added and praised how well it was done from a marketing perspective; you can imagine the look in her face it was the embodiment of the surprised Pikachu face. Somebody else had won the competition, her drawing was great, but I still felt like a winner after seeing that look the teacher had from the marketing guy praising my work. The second occasion happened during the end of the school year. We had gone from drawings, paintings, to now sculptures. The sculptures we were working on were just our face impressions made from aluminum foil and then given shape using silicone and newspaper. The work was simple, make a mask, but it was tedious and very...very...very messy. Surprisingly, the teacher for the most part left me alone, almost no criticisms, no disparaging comments, just peace and the usual Enya music she always played in the background. By the end of the project my mask had high cheek bones, full lips, and realistic ears. It was almost like the statue head from the Easter islands, needless to say I was proud of my work. On the last day, when the project was due, as we were heading out the teacher calls me from her seat and says that I puzzled her. What? Why? Her reason was because I struggled so much during all the other projects that she was impressed how well I did working on 3D objects versus 2D ones like drawings and paintings. My response? I was always polite to her, despite everything, I told her that I had clue and that it just made sense; which was the truth, out of all the projects it was the most relaxing to me. I walked away without looking back, it might have been the last art class of the year; I had a smile all day knowing I had befuddled a teacher who often looked done on my work. I was finally free and walked towards the sun set...well not really I still had to go to my next class as art class was the first class in the morning for me. I know it's not a r/MaliciousCompliance or a r/revenge-type story, but this video did remind me of my junior year in art class and of my two small victories. Got to love the small victories. By the way, just to get it out of the way, there was no animosity with anyone in the class; not even with the teacher's favorite student. We actually got along fine. It was how glaringly different she treated me compared to everyone else, everyone noticed how much she got on my case and no one else's. Sorry for the long story, in the comments section of all places. I might have to post the story on Reddit. Wouldn't that be fun if DarkFluff came across it and put in one of his videos. That won't happen as it is not interesting enough, but it is fun to think about. 😄
Ms.Mack deserved way worse than bare minimum checkups on a student she literally harrased into silence. Yelling at a 12 year old for saying you're welcome after being told thank you for handing them a pencil is straight up evil
Dark fluff, you said EXACTLY what I was thinking about story 1. I would have done the same thing. While it’s good to usually require the students to speak in Spanish in the class, an empathetic teacher would have taken OP aside and asked her in English what was wrong. Then she should have immediately excused her with words of sympathy.
in fourth grade I was kept after class the last day to finish my reading workbook. At that time I could read anything I wanted to read, was working my way through an encyclopedia in fact, and probably hadn't done the pages in the workbook as I thought they were boring. Everyone else got to go home except me. I was livid.
If i was OP in the art gallery story, i would have burst out laughing and said "I'm glad you like it, mr teacher said it was really bad and a perfect exemple of what lazyness means" just to embarass him ^^
Story 6: When physically in class people are usually only looking at the back of your head, or if they're looking at you it's noticeable. That doesn't apply for online classes.
Not everyone deserves to be a teacher. Because you need not only the skills to be able to teach whatever it is you're teaching, but you also need to have compassion and empathy to understand your students and their situations.
Final story: my sister had something similar, only this happened during in person learning (this was back in the late 90's). So my sister gets bored easily and will draw doodles or whatever on her worksheet. She had a teacher in grade 7 or 8 (I can't remember which year) who took issue with this, so everytime my sister sat there drawing on her paper, the teacher would say "put the pencil down and pay attention." My sister's response was always "I am paying attention." So the teacher decided to try and teach her a lesson. And that involved randomly calling on my sister to answer a question. It was sporatic and she tried to make it as randomly timed as possible just to make sure she caught my sister out. Likely, the teacher was prepared to say something to the effect of "See, you're not paying attention. Put the pencil down and look up while I'm teaching", when my sister got the answer wrong. But she didn't; without even looking up, my sister would answer the question correctly. Each and every time. It was scary. Eventually the teacher gave up and just let her do her thing and my sister final mark was a high pass.
That last story stated that OP didn't want to be stared at without them knowing. At least in class you might catch someone staring at you, but online there's no way of knowing who's face anyone is looking at.
Story 4 - The only flaw in the teacher's plan was not limiting how much extra credit a person could get on that final. I bet OP ruined that for everyone after them, lol. Story 5 - I'm so glad karma came with that massive hammer down on that arrogant teacher. Art is about each person's unique view of the world, and OP's art teacher dun messed up. So instead of a moment where the teacher could be proud, instead they got a reminder of how bad of a teacher they actually are.
One thing for an emote, or whatever the little thing is that appears between stories to express emotions: for when you’re super hyped, I just imagine the sheep dude in one of those beer hats and a little noisemaker, lol. I may have to draw that
My horrible teacher was in grade 3. By the end of the year I just did no work for her. Never took homework home. I sat as far away from her desk as I could and tried to be invisible.
My favourite teacher story happened during Year 9 for me. Maths was my best subject, though science followed closely behind (in Australia, at least for when I was going through High School, you had a general science class for each year between Years 7-10, before being able to undertake single subject specialised classes (physics, chemistry etc.) during Years 11 and 12). Well, for both classes I had learned early on not to be that student that raises their hand every time the teacher asked a question to the class (a bit of my elderly brother instincts coming out, not wanting to hog the teachers attention while giving the rest of the class an opportunity to contribute), only on occasion putting my hand up, particularly where no one else had, or when I was called upon by the teacher. I also would assist my friends sitting next to me if if I saw them straggling to answer a question by whispering the answer to them (to this day I still have no idea if any of my teachers worked out if I was doing that or not, though it was never raised directly with me), so I would indirectly contribute to the class discussion that way. So, during Year 9 when receiving my report for the first semester, while receiving straight As for science one of the comments my science teacher had was that I didn’t contribute enough to the class discussion, and that he wanted to see me get more involved during the second semester. Well, during the first science class back in the second semester, my hand went up at every opportunity it could. At the end of the class, my teacher asked me to stay back, where upon he told me I didn’t have to raise my hand again for the rest of the year. From that point forward, my hand went up even less than it would normally would have during the first semester, and no comment was made in my end-of-year report about a lack of contributing to the class discussion.
OP1 did a masterclass, he not only showcased his grasp on the language but exposed the teacher avoiding any complications later which would've happened if she wasn't so publicly shamed. The class showed solidarity and everyone piledrived on teach.
I was well out of school before Covid, so I never had to prove my attendance via camera. However during that time, I worked in IT for the state I live in. We could work from home if needed, but there was no camera requirement. Good thing, because my computer doesn’t have a camera. As long as the work was done, nobody needed to see me.
I wouldve loved to see what their art looked like - im color blind a little bit myself yet not to the degree of the art student It all dep3dns which colors are next to eachother and the shade of said colors
The teacher in Story 5 reminds me of my history project in 9th or 10th grade. We had to do trifold boards on our selected topic. I spent two weeks meing as comprehensive as I could on mine. Then we all set up our boards in the school library, and walk around to look at everyone's. When I came back to mine, another teacher was gathering several students around it and declared: "See, this is a great example of how NOT to do a trifold!" Yeah, I stopped giving a shit about papers and letter grades after that.
Story 2 - Oh I know a few of my former classmates and schoolmates that would’ve done EXACTLY what OP had done, but the length that OP went was absolutely brilliant.😂😂😂😂
I had an art teacher that felt the need to criticize our work unnecessarily. No mater how good he had to throw in words like juvenile, amateurish, uninspired..etc. Toward the end of the class he had us evaluate each other's work. He added one of his own pieces thinking we wouldn't notice. The look on his face when we all recognized the artwork and used words like juvenile, amateurish and uninspired to describe it.
Story 3: I remember one time I was just sitting in study hall and for absolutely no reason I was told to leave. After like 5 minutes I came back in on my own and it was never explained
A friend of mine went to artschool some person came to judge their work, told my friend the only interesting piece in the class was the old canvas he had on the floor to use as cover😂 he threw it on some wood and gave it to me
That teacher story: my middle school spanish teacher did the same thing to me and her other students - we couldn't say anything in english once the class began even needing to go to the bathroom if we didn't we couldnt go to the bathroom during that class period
I had a friend who was completely colorblind. For some reason she majored in art when she went to Stanford and she was a good artist making provocative paintings, but had to have her colors placed in a certain order so she knew what color she was using. For some reason her colors got mixed up once. She did a painting of woman lying with her knees up and her head on an elbow. there was a rainbow between her head and her knees. It had the correct values but the colors were very different from the usual rainbow order.
I had a teacher that took 5 points off every assignment where i only put one of my two last names when writing my name in the name section. Even my school ID only used one name..
Depending on the type of colorblindness art class can be a grueling task. Can't tell you how many times someone asked me about a specific color and I could not answer them for the life of me haha 😂
The gallery X story totally mirrors my daughters school experience but the project was hairstyles of the future. Same belittling from thr teacher, same competition selection situation with guest judges, same win, same infuriated teacher.
Story 3: I have a similar story. The school I attended didn't have a chemistry room, and so we had to borrow from a neighbour school, meaning we would have to walk from one school to another by ourself to get to chemistry. It was about a 10 minute walk for adults, and so maybe 15 minutes for our slightly shorter legs, plus we had to cross a medium size traffic light you would often get stuck on in the middle meaning you have to wait two cycles to get over. To compensate for this the school made sure to either be after lunch or at the end of the day, and since most kids biked to school it wasn't an issue. The teacher we had however though it be a good idea to lock the class 5 minutes after it started, leaving everyone who came left out until he felt it appropriate to let them in, which sometimes was not at all. There were a few issues with this with students running late, but most of the time it wasn't since everyone in class knew about it and so would make sure to get a head start whenever they could. However one year I had broken my ancle, and so I was on crunches when walking. I was the first student in the school to be on crunches (It was a pretty new school) and so they had trouble accommodating me (Like no working elevator or anything, 4 flights of stairs on crunches is NOT fun) and so no one had thought about the fact that the trip to the other school was going to take me A LOT longer then normal. In fact I was late every time for a week, and the teacher suggested if I needed extra time that perhaps I should just leave earlier in my lunch break. So in a act of defiance, I left the minute we got called out to lunch, not eating anything and just started my journey toward the other school. About halfway there some of the other students caught up with me and seeing I was not doing well (Due to having not eaten or drank anything since breakfast) some of them decided to walk with me. This resulted in half the class being late for the class (Yes, I was indeed still late for the class) and when I almost passed out there was a riot among the students, most just packing their bags and leaving the class. My parents were called, and after tearing the administration a new one for letting a kid on crunches skip lunch to try and "run" to class to be on time I was not only granted a pass to an elevator we were not suppose to use, but also the teacher got told that they had to let me, and anyone accompanying me, into the class no matter how late I was. Basically the door would only lock AFTER I was in class, and at that point, anyone who was more late then me were truly just slacking.
There was a teacher in my high school who denied someone the opportunity to go to the bathroom for "excessive use of the privilege" (in her defense, he was also prone to wandering the school while he was out of class) so he peed in her plant instead.
Story 3 - OP did the right thing going to the library when that jerk of a teacher locked him out. also, if that jerk had just taken 5 seconds to just listen to OP, then he wouldn’t have gotten in trouble.
Story 3. Last term we had a class where every single time, throughout the entire hour long lecture, even up til the last ten minutes, students would wander in, obliviously chatting, then sit down and chat to themselves loudly. About halfway through the term the lecturer changed, and the new lecturer locked the door as soon as the lecture started. There was a back door, but you have to walk pretty much all the way back to the reception in our maze-like campus to get to it. It was kind of funny to watch that door handle start moving constantly as students tried to get in, some getting more desperate, then giving up. For that reason, I'm kinda with the teacher on that one.
The Art Teacher story reminds me of something that happened when I was a Junior in High School... for a little background my mother was a professional artist that was scout by Disney back in the late 70s when everything was still hand drawn. In my very small rural home town during the 80s and 90s she was the go to artist for storefront murals and even several murals in my school itself. So from an early age my sister, brother and I had varying aptitudes in art. Come high-school time our art teacher was the epitome of the "those who cant do, teach" cliche. She hated my mother and all of us kids. So Junior year, my brother is a Senior and we have the same period Art class alongside 3 more Seniors that are his friends. The 5 of us are literally the best artists in the whole school. A National Event is announced and everyone is to create an original work of art that will be judged by the staff and presented to the Event. After submission the piece chosen to represent our school was from a Freshman that could have worked for the cartoon Peppa Pig. Needless to say us upperclassmen were skeptical of the verdict and asked for our work back. We then all got together and contacted the Event Board to see if we could submit our work Independent of the school submission. They allowed it. All 5 of us were in the Top 20 of the final results with one of our friends actually placing 2nd Nationally!!! Later we found out from one of the faculty who were supposed to pick the Schools submission, that our 5 pieces were deliberately removed from the screening because the Art teacher felt our work didn't fulfill the criteria of the contest... our friend who won 2nd went on to attend Savage College of Art and Design and later worked for Dark Horse Comics before starting his own comic book series.
Lots of my teschers were jerks - yelled at me for running when another student pusjed me down and i had been late to class because they did this took me a bit to pick up my things teacher said for me not to blame other students for me being late
