We’re having a timeout – said my grade 2 teacher almost every single day.
A few days ago, I wrote about my grade 9 and 12 English teacher. It was the same person, don’t even try to add an “s” to the end of the word “teacher” Grammarly.
While he was a great teacher, our relationship wasn’t the greatest. It was full of disdain and sass so I probably didn’t learn as much in his class as I could have.
Today I want to talk about a few of my other teachers. They are all going to be bad memories so don’t continue if you need happy stories today. Just my pain and childhood traumas moving forward.
In grade 2, I had this one teacher who started off the year really nice. She was new to the school and we were her first class. So there is a teacher’s registry and I just looked her up and I think I found her (unless she has gotten married and changed her last name and then it’s the wrong person) and she’s still teaching! Good for her. I’m also on that site, but I’m not “in good standing” because I haven’t paid my fees in about 3 years haha.
Anyways, so this was her first time teaching at this school (and first year teaching if it’s actually her on the website) and when she would get overwhelmed or frustrated, the entire class had to have a timeout. One day, we had three different time-outs. The whole class had to sit with their heads on their desks and the lights would be turned off. Like I’m sure, as a grade 2 class, we probably needed that timeout on a few occasions but sometimes we weren’t even doing anything wrong.
I actually told my mom on her. LOL omg, that looks so silly to type that out, but I totally did. I loved school so when I wasn’t happy about going, my mom knew something was up and I told her I didn’t think it was fair that this was happening. My mom talked to the principal (who was like the nicest guy ever) and he, in turn, talked to the teacher. Going forward, if she needed a break from the chaos of little humans, I think we still did a heads down/lights off thing, or we just had quiet reading time, but it wasn’t given as a punishment for the whole class. It was understood that it was for the teacher, and not because we were all being horrible tiny humans.
Okies, next up! Grade 8 music class. I’m not sure if I’ve written about this teacher before or not. My family moved in grade 8 so I met this teacher in November. I can remember thinking he was really attractive. He was probably my first teacher crush, and my first crush on an older man. Like he was late 20’s so he wasn’t like old, but ya…
As most of you know, my name is unique. Hardly anyone knows how to pronounce it the first time they see it, and he was no exception. But growing up in a small country school, everyone knew my name and no one ever said it wrong. He was the first person that I remember to get it wrong. I corrected him the first day, and the second, and the third. We only had music once every week so it wasn’t often that I had to correct him but it was every single class. By the Christmas holiday, half the class would groan in annoyance and the other half would shout it out correctly.
I had never played an instrument before, but when I started this school, I had to. I chose the flute because my mom had played the flute when I was a baby/toddler and I thought she could help me. I had a hard time picking it up. I didn’t know how to read music like everyone else, which added to my frustration. This teacher started forcing me to come in twice a week after school to get extra help. That annoyed me even more.
Sometime later in the year, we were watching a movie on a musical legend (I think Beethoven but I’m not sure) and the movie was a little graphic for grade 8’s. A few friends and I didn’t like it and we voiced our opinions to the teacher who just dismissed us. The next class, four of us walked out. Two went back in when he came to the hall to see why we walked out of his class, and then myself and a friend had to go to the principal’s office to fill out a report on it. We were given some worksheets and allowed to stay out of the class for the remaining classes with the movie.
I watched the movie again a few years later, and I think I was probably over-reacting but at that point in my life, it was what I needed to do. I was most likely swayed by how upset I was every time he got my name wrong. Which, by the way, continued until the very last day of class.
I had one more story to share but this post is already too long so we’ll just skip it haha.
Do you remember any of your bad teachers?