My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher
The american public education system in a nutshell tho
My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home
My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.
I totally agree with every statement made above. I’ve had problems with the school system my entire life. Almost every teacher I’ve had since kindergarten has been overzealous about each and every student being at exactly the same level, just so that they didn’t have to put in the extra work of explaining why my scores were so much higher than the other kids.
In Kindergarten, my teacher refused to let me have recess with the other kids, every single day for a year. Her reasoning? I had severe asthma as a child and couldn’t keep up with the other kids, so instead of playing on the playground I read books by myself.
In first grade, my teacher humiliated me in front of my entire class by taking away my chair for an entire school day, just because I was reading at a 4th grade level. Later that year, she threatened to have me suspended because I knew all the words on our spelling lists without studying. My parents had me moved to another classroom.
In second grade, I was still reading at an accelerated level. So much so that our principle had me read in front of a camera as a teaching tool for students wanting to be teachers of young children at a local university. Because my reading level was so high, I apparently made it seem like the other kids weren’t up to speed. So instead of teaching them, the teacher moved me to a “special education class” for two hours out of an eight hour school day. The class was specifically made for students with learning disabilities, but with high marks in most subjects.
In Fifth grade, I was forced to sit out of recess almost every Friday for three months. Why? Because when we did our “Times table, time trial” tests every Thursday, I always got all the problems done before the time was up. The teacher called me a cheater in front of the entire class and refused to let me to to the cafeteria to eat lunch and made me stay in an unused classroom during recess. This lasted until the yearly proficiency tests placed me in a special education class for students like me.
During my seventh grade year, I had a particularly nasty math teacher. When we failed assignments, she gave us a stamped note to take home that our parents had to sign. Once they were signed, we had to report to school early in the morning on a day she chose. I rode a bus to school, and by the time it arrived, we had about ten minutes to get our stuff and get to class. When I sent her an email about my inability to attend, asking if I could come in during one of my study halls, she came into Social Studies classroom during class. I still remember her screaming at me as we were learning about Julius Cesar.
Finally, in my 9th grade year, I was taken from the typical freshman World Studies class and placed in AP World History. A class filled with Juniors and Seniors. I was the only underclassman and the only girl in the entire class. When we were working on a unit about the Roman Empire’s, I was given no choice but to write my paper on “the duties of a roman woman”. The paper was immediately failed once I turned it in because I wrote a research paper on the Roman Empire’s unfair treatment of women, and how it could have been much more successful if there was an allowance for female powers. The comment on my paper called it “Feminist and Idealist, both qualities that are not allowed inside the classroom”. Even when my parents and myself protested, the grade was kept. We had to take the case to the state education commission’s office for an appeal to finally be made.
So yes. Under the pretense of “teaching”, the American school system is actually influencing young minds into sexism and the practice that “standing out” is incredibly bad for you.