Last week we had an episode. My regulation shoes tore. I
couldn’t get new ones, because classes ended late that day (for a reason which
didn’t affect seniors at all) and I got home pretty late. So I wore the only
other pair of black shoes I had, which just happened to be sports shoes with
pink laces. The trouble started in the morning.
Teacher: You can’t wear these shoes today!! Not today of all the days! We have to get the authorization today! How could you?!
*To a senior teacher*
Look at her shoes! I told her to get them fixed.
Me (lame attempt to defend myself): I did try. They tore again. You can ask any of my classmates. I had to borrow shoes yesterday because I couldn’t walk around in those.
Senior teacher: See, we can wear whatever funny costumes we want on other days, but today is important. You can’t do this today.
Me: Ma’am, I had no choice. What was I supposed to do??
Senior teacher: Find shoes now. We have to get the authorization.
I honestly fail to understand how my shoes were the reason for us to get or not get authorization. Why on earth would someone be staring at my shoes and deciding, “Hey people here wear shoes with pink laces. This place isn’t good enough to get authorized by us.”
After many hours which included constantly being told what I was doing was wrong, that I better get “proper” shoes, trying to exchange laces with a classmate and being told “Now both of you look peculiar,” and running around, I finally got the so needed “proper” shoes. For nothing. No one on the authorization team came to talk with me, much less stare (with expected distaste) at my shoes.
And “funny costumes”?? Madame, I wear what I wear because I’m told to. I have no interest in wearing what I have to. You all are the ones who decided on the “funny costume” in the first place.
Teacher: You can’t wear these shoes today!! Not today of all the days! We have to get the authorization today! How could you?!
*To a senior teacher*
Look at her shoes! I told her to get them fixed.
Me (lame attempt to defend myself): I did try. They tore again. You can ask any of my classmates. I had to borrow shoes yesterday because I couldn’t walk around in those.
Senior teacher: See, we can wear whatever funny costumes we want on other days, but today is important. You can’t do this today.
Me: Ma’am, I had no choice. What was I supposed to do??
Senior teacher: Find shoes now. We have to get the authorization.
I honestly fail to understand how my shoes were the reason for us to get or not get authorization. Why on earth would someone be staring at my shoes and deciding, “Hey people here wear shoes with pink laces. This place isn’t good enough to get authorized by us.”
After many hours which included constantly being told what I was doing was wrong, that I better get “proper” shoes, trying to exchange laces with a classmate and being told “Now both of you look peculiar,” and running around, I finally got the so needed “proper” shoes. For nothing. No one on the authorization team came to talk with me, much less stare (with expected distaste) at my shoes.
And “funny costumes”?? Madame, I wear what I wear because I’m told to. I have no interest in wearing what I have to. You all are the ones who decided on the “funny costume” in the first place.
The week before, my mentor comes to me and tells me that I should go talk to her more often and I never do that. Why I have been assigned a mentor who doesn’t teach me anything is something I can’t figure out. She asks me if she should write something negative about me in my report. I shrug and reply “Sure.”
That seems to fluster her so she covers it with irritation.
“You don’t mind whatever I write in your report?!”
“No Ma’am, you can go right ahead.”
People nowadays! They even have problems with honest sincerity.
The most recent! We have term exams coming up. And we decided to make a revision timetable for Biology. 4 lessons, 4 days. Then the teacher says, “So on Friday, I’ll consolidate all this and give you a test.”
Why? Why would you give us a test, when we have a (let me make this clear) TERM EXAM the following Monday?
Either there is something wrong with all of them, or with me. I really can’t figure it out. There is a longer list of things teachers do that don’t make sense to me that I’ll put up soon. I wish I could tell them that words hurt more than they understand. I wish I could tell them that I’m tired of getting yelled at every single day. I’ve come to expect it. But I fear they won’t listen. And I fear even if they do listen, they won’t understand.
