So uh my Physics teacher just basically cost me a $3000 scholarship.
We have these things called "exemptions" at my school for final exams. That is, you can exempt one exam and not have to take it. I decided to exempt Physics. So, I go talk to my Physics teacher and he's supposed to give me my absolute final mark. "98%" he says, and shows me a big list of marks which add up to this.
Now let me tell you about this scholarship. Basically if I have a 95% average of core subjects, I automatically get a $3000 scholarship. Throughout the year, I kept my marks up and had a bit over 95%. I figure with the Physics mark this high I'd have to fuck up pretty badly on my finals.
Anyway, today I go back for my final report cards, and when I get my physics mark I look down at the paper. 95%. What the fuck.
Turns out my asshole teacher forgot to mark a shitload of quizzes he was supposed to have marked weeks ago, and I hadn't done them apparently (although I know for a fact that I did do them and his stupid organizational system of just letting stuff lie all over his desk somehow failed him).
Nice of him to tell me about that when I went to get my final mark, like he was supposed to.
TL;DR- My Physics teacher just cost me a $3000 scholarship by being an inconsiderate douchebag.
So, what kind of stupid shit have you gone through with teachers?
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It was not good times
I've been lucky to have absolutely awesome teachers otherwise.
but $3000 fuuuuckkk
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There were times when he would write massive equations up on the board, all copied from notes, show his working and get the answer wrong. Then he'd argue with us when we called him on getting them wrong and say that we were in fact wrong.
he's my favorite teacher because he marks really hard, never gives 100% on anything
If I get a 95% on anything with him I feel really good because I know I did really well
that was awesome
awesome teachers though: Mrs Nash
she was cool as can be. she let me be me while still not putting up with any of my shit
no wait, that was all of the french teachers in high school
Brother Alan in eighth grade english
dude was a monk and was the single best human being i've ever met. he was kind and wonderful but still sarcastic and biting. he also knew so, so much, and basically got me into philosophy. every kid that has had him identifies him as their best teacher.
Scariest teachers ever. Oh, they definitely received respect. They could bellow like no one else.
But I got an A- out of it, and it fulfilled one of the two science credits I needed for my AA, so I guess it turned out alright.
there was this short little old 5th grade teacher in elementary
when she would get upset she would take off her shoe and beat on the desk
So I took Algebra 1/2 twice, started to hate math, and never went any farther than Pre-Calc.
I don't think I learned anything except that he has no business teaching anyone
I had an art teacher that was 5' nothing. She was the nicest person if you behaved and actually had some respect whilst in her classroom, but if anyone acted up she could make your ears bleed by shouting so loud.
She was awesome.
so one time i was playing go fish and she tells me "you can't play that, it's not educational"
so i asked her how uno was educational (she let us play uno and would often join in on our games)
she said it teaches us colors and numbers.
Colors and numbers.
In the sixth grade.
And I highly doubt that my final project deserved a 100
Hell, one of the pages was the essay I wrote about being Batman
she was fucking hilarious
"Now if we get in a lockdown, there will be NO CELL PHONE USE. Why, you ask? You want to know why? Let's say you're huddled in your desk. And one room over, underneath a different desk, there is a bomb. A bomb hooked up to cell phone frequencies. You call your friend, you go "oh my god we're in a lockdown", guess what. That bomb? It goes off. Now I don't know if you little...well, I can't say that, but you kids are going to heaven, but let's say you get up there and you see your friends and family. And they're all saying "what's going on, how did we get here", and you have to stand up in front of them and say 'my bad, guys, I just HAD to call my little friend in math'. How would you like to be in that position?"
The woman was from Roswell, too, so she had about the worst accent ever.
dude was a big old blowhard that was very unforgiving of any minor mistake in a student's work even though we constantly caught mistakes that he made
my favorite was when he went on a rant against environmentalists who complain about carbon emissions from petroleum fuels
he made the point that humans give off more carbon dioxide globally than cars do, which is certainly true
what he neglected to include is that carbon emissions from humans and other organisms are part of the natural carbon cycle where we're simply recycling carbon that's been stored in the short term in plant and animal tissue, but has not been sequestered in the ground
whereas petroleum fuels are an issue precisely because it liberates massive amounts of carbon that were sequestered deep underground over millions and millions of years, thus upsetting the carbon balance significantly
dude was a real piece of work
Her and her partner had something like 24 cats
Twenty four cats
That's as many as four sixes, and that's terrible
us: "Could you go over red/black trees again?"
her: "We already covered red/black trees two weeks ago, I'm not going to go over old information."
us: "Um...ok, how about these two sort functions."
her: "We covered this last month. Look, if you're not going to ask questions about things haven't already covered I'm going to start on new material."
Another one of my teachers (numerical analysis) liked to set aside the last 10, 15 minutes of each class to write some huge problem on the board from his notes. Not actually discuss it and show us the principles underneath, but just scrawl it on the board as fast as he could. This meant the class would be so busy trying to write down the problem that at the end of class he could grab his stuff and dart out the door before any of us could stop him and ask him for help. He later got deported for trying to rape a grad student.
The last teacher who really sticks out was, again, a computer science teacher. She tried very hard to convince us that the Vatican had performed a full head transplant on monkeys and how excited she was about this development and what it meant for medical research. Also she said that you could buy "smell cards" for your computer that would generate smells on the fly and this was also very exciting.
we didn't get some projects from the start of the year ever
he still hasn't marked them 5 years later
and he'd tell us ghost stories during religion class
I mean, I loved the guy, he had been my track coach for a couple of years, but my god he was just a terrible teacher when it came to programming
I basically taught myself by skimming the book and doodling code in a notebook, because he talked and it was like I was Charlie Brown
Here, homeroom meant you showed up in the morning for attendance, and then maybe you would have them for an actual class later in the day
Like I never had my homeroom teacher for an actual class, because she taught French and I didn't take it
but at the time that was what homeroom teacher meant
She used to just come into class and yell at us about how we're bad students.
Then she'd start to cry, and apologize. It was weird.
Needless to say, she wasn't in the school 2nd semester.
"Do you have a pass?" "Uh hang on"
At this point I'd reach across the desk and snag a blank pass and scribble on it
"There you go" "Alright cool"
except Mrs. Benning
she was a babe and she was teaching grade 9s French despite being a grade 4 teacher, so needless to say we didn't learn much but she was so nice
and then we had our religion teacher
god damn, religion was the last thing on my mind in her class