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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.

in second grade, after my teacher handed out our math homework, i started doing it while she was explaining how to do it to the class. when she caught me, she yelled at me. she said that i didn’t know what i was doing and that i should only do homework at home (even though when she checked it, i got it right). i started crying, she snatched the paper, and gave me homework that took longer to finish.

During the exams to graduate from high school, we had to write a free essay about one of the arguments given. Probably is not the same in other countries outside Italy, but actually is one of the most important part of our final exam before university, since the grade is influenced for the 2/4 part by it. All your career in university in influenced by it. I had the one about the morality and how it influences our approach to science; and being so important, I decided to put my best in it. During the last year I developed a very fiery passion for Kierkegaard’s philosophy and I literally read every book written by him, even doing a special program with my professor of philosophy that was specially focused.So, given the moment, I put in the essay quotes from the very books and comparisons with some points of those particular studies.Imagine my reaction when I discovered I received the worst grade of the class. My professor went to argue really badly with the external professor who gave me that grade, and after some time, she revealed that the problem was that those quotes and thoughts were too much for a student about to finish high school, so she was sure without even asking me or the professor that I was copying in some ways, or the professor itself did the essay for me. and you know how it ended? I had still that grade influencing my whole exam and so ruining it completely.

In sixth grade it was time to tell the class who the kids graduating with excellence (yeah elementary school, talk about starting the competition early) and when the teacher asked who the kids though would be on the list everyone said my name and she wrinkled her nose, seemed disgusted and said “well, yes, but JASMINE!” just because I was less of a teacher’s-pet profile. Solving things in ways the teacher didn’t expect us to cost me points throughout the years even though I was right. My chemistry teacher in highschool gave me a lower grade than I deserved in 11th grade which influenced my grade in 3/5 of the units and thus also affected the entire 5 units grade. When she heard I got a higher score in that year’s national exams than her teacher’s pet she demanded of me in front of the entire class - “but I was fair with you, was’t I? Wasn’t I?!”
The system hates kids who are genuinely smart, who are actually curious, and it has no idea how to handle us.  
I was lucky enough to have some excellent teachers. My 6th grade English teacher let me work on 8th grade stuff. My 11th grade English teacher caught me writing English fanfiction in class and she didn’t stop smiling until the end of the lesson. In 8th grade my teacher and I debated over when and where women were first given the right to vote and he told me to bring him proof of what I claimed - then he’ll accept it. When I showed him the following day the encyclopedia I read it in he admitted he was wrong in front of the entire class.
But these are rare gems. These are people I know I’m lucky to have met. And I thank whichever deity’s watching over me every single day that I’m out of the education system because it only gets worse, never better

This one is a more humorous anecdote than anything, but I remember being in Kindergarten and having the teacher go around the room and ask us to name a word beginning with a letter. My letter was “h,” and so I cheerfully piped up, “Hovercraft!” The teacher dithered, said why couldn’t I pick a different word, like “ham” or “hat” or “here” and even though the other kids didn’t understand what was going on, they all laughed, leaving tiny Lauren very confused and humiliated.
I LEARNED THE DANG WORD FROM WATCHING MY BROTHER PLAY DIDDY KONG RACING.
The second incident I can remember of this sort of thing was a little later. I read very fast- have done so ever since I was very young- and this post made me remember the time I nearly got sent to the principal’s office by an assistant teacher while the regular teacher was out of the class. We were all assigned to read a chapter from our “silent reading books” and I finished my assigned bit, and after being chastised before for reading ahead, I put the book away and started drawing. The assistant teacher saw me and scolded me, and when I told her I had finished reading, she said there was no way I possibly could have. After telling her the events of the chapter to prove I’d read it, she huffed, “Well, read it again, then!”
Eventually she talked to my normal teacher about “my behavior” and she replied, “It was Lauren? She’s not lying. She really reads that fast.” Because she knew me, as a person who wouldn’t bother lying about that sort of thing, and about my reading level.

I got ‘detention’ as a kindergartner for writing past 1,000 on the number line. 
My ELA teacher got me suspended from school for three days for reading books past ‘my’ level. 

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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.

in second grade, after my teacher handed out our math homework, i started doing it while she was explaining how to do it to the class. when she caught me, she yelled at me. she said that i didn’t know what i was doing and that i should only do homework at home (even though when she checked it, i got it right). i started crying, she snatched the paper, and gave me homework that took longer to finish.

During the exams to graduate from high school, we had to write a free essay about one of the arguments given. Probably is not the same in other countries outside Italy, but actually is one of the most important part of our final exam before university, since the grade is influenced for the 2/4 part by it.
All your career in university in influenced by it. I had the one about the morality and how it influences our approach to science; and being so important, I decided to put my best in it. During the last year I developed a very fiery passion for Kierkegaard’s philosophy and I literally read every book written by him, even doing a special program with my professor of philosophy that was specially focused.
So, given the moment, I put in the essay quotes from the very books and comparisons with some points of those particular studies.
Imagine my reaction when I discovered I received the worst grade of the class. My professor went to argue really badly with the external professor who gave me that grade, and after some time, she revealed that the problem was that those quotes and thoughts were too much for a student about to finish high school, so she was sure without even asking me or the professor that I was copying in some ways, or the professor itself did the essay for me.
and you know how it ended? I had still that grade influencing my whole exam and so ruining it completely.

In sixth grade it was time to tell the class who the kids graduating with excellence (yeah elementary school, talk about starting the competition early) and when the teacher asked who the kids though would be on the list everyone said my name and she wrinkled her nose, seemed disgusted and said “well, yes, but JASMINE!” just because I was less of a teacher’s-pet profile. Solving things in ways the teacher didn’t expect us to cost me points throughout the years even though I was right. My chemistry teacher in highschool gave me a lower grade than I deserved in 11th grade which influenced my grade in 3/5 of the units and thus also affected the entire 5 units grade. When she heard I got a higher score in that year’s national exams than her teacher’s pet she demanded of me in front of the entire class - “but I was fair with you, was’t I? Wasn’t I?!”

The system hates kids who are genuinely smart, who are actually curious, and it has no idea how to handle us.  

I was lucky enough to have some excellent teachers. My 6th grade English teacher let me work on 8th grade stuff. My 11th grade English teacher caught me writing English fanfiction in class and she didn’t stop smiling until the end of the lesson. In 8th grade my teacher and I debated over when and where women were first given the right to vote and he told me to bring him proof of what I claimed - then he’ll accept it. When I showed him the following day the encyclopedia I read it in he admitted he was wrong in front of the entire class.

But these are rare gems. These are people I know I’m lucky to have met. And I thank whichever deity’s watching over me every single day that I’m out of the education system because it only gets worse, never better

This one is a more humorous anecdote than anything, but I remember being in Kindergarten and having the teacher go around the room and ask us to name a word beginning with a letter. My letter was “h,” and so I cheerfully piped up, “Hovercraft!” The teacher dithered, said why couldn’t I pick a different word, like “ham” or “hat” or “here” and even though the other kids didn’t understand what was going on, they all laughed, leaving tiny Lauren very confused and humiliated.

I LEARNED THE DANG WORD FROM WATCHING MY BROTHER PLAY DIDDY KONG RACING.

The second incident I can remember of this sort of thing was a little later. I read very fast- have done so ever since I was very young- and this post made me remember the time I nearly got sent to the principal’s office by an assistant teacher while the regular teacher was out of the class. We were all assigned to read a chapter from our “silent reading books” and I finished my assigned bit, and after being chastised before for reading ahead, I put the book away and started drawing. The assistant teacher saw me and scolded me, and when I told her I had finished reading, she said there was no way I possibly could have. After telling her the events of the chapter to prove I’d read it, she huffed, “Well, read it again, then!”

Eventually she talked to my normal teacher about “my behavior” and she replied, “It was Lauren? She’s not lying. She really reads that fast.” Because she knew me, as a person who wouldn’t bother lying about that sort of thing, and about my reading level.

I got ‘detention’ as a kindergartner for writing past 1,000 on the number line. 

My ELA teacher got me suspended from school for three days for reading books past ‘my’ level.