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Originally Posted by tristiano
I have this french teacher
her name is mrs coulliard.
I hate her
my friend maria is in her class with me
she hates her too
let me explain this evil woman to you
she makes subtle homophobic remarks
all the time
she complains constantly about how other people are wasting her time
while they are not, she is wasting ours
she sits in a special chair
with a cushion
just to be better than everyone else
she is disrespectful to my peers and I
then demands respect from us
she takes out her anger on her students
she makes no attempt to teach any more than she must
she tells people what to do with their lives
she insulted my town, calling it worthless and full of hillbillies
she stole a poem from me while i was writing it
i had to get the dean to rip it from her angry hands
she sucks joy from anywhere she can find it
she carries her shit around in a rolling cart because she is too lazy to carry a book or two
she gave me a cut for sitting next to my friend (like she said i skipped class)
she said nothing when an A student sat next to my friend
we voted for which day we would take a test
she did not count my vote
she thinks that people should dress the way society wants them too
not how they want to
I called her a comunist. I pointed out for the class that she is not happy with her own life therefore should clearly not be telling us how to live. I hate her, and I am going to steal her fucking chair cushion. with exams coming up, I have never been more angry with her than this week.
THIS IS WAR
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Ouch. That's no fun.
I remember hating my teachers too. One especially. She was an evil nun. I wondered if God would send her to Hell for belittling her students and telling us we were stupid and worthless. For keeping me in Indefinite Detention for wearing the wrong socks and a flannel shirt over my uniform.
I found out years after I graduated that she was the daughter of my father's friend. Had I said something, she might have been nicer to me. Who knows?
I do know, your teacher is human.
Perhaps she has a special cushion and rolling cart because she has health problems. Maybe she doesn't feel well and its hard for her to get around. Maybe she needs to work so many years before she'll earn a pension that she can survive on to pay her health benefits and her copay or else she'd go on sick leave.
Maybe.
Maybe she keeps everyone at arm's length so no one will ask her how she feels, so she won't break down in sobbing tears.
Don't take her cushion, ask her how she feels. Give her a hug. Maybe she'll give you an A.
