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How I had an awesome day and how my maths teacher lost.

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(Some pre-story shit: my school has 6 periods per day. Recess (20 minute break) is after period five.)

25th August. Period five. Maths. I groaned as I saw the familiar face of the devilish maths teacher that I had the unfortunate luck of having to see four out of seven days a week for 51 minutes at a time.
Ten minutes into the lesson. He briefly and dully explained what we'd be doing. As usual. This is the second top maths class, I might add. Out of six classes. He gave us our work and told us to do it. My mate joked and said he never explains anything and we're all going to fail. Fair enough call - the last test we had, two people out of thirty scored over 50%.
I told him I agreed with him. I was thinking of something I could possibly say to make him explain the work better.
I slowly put my hand up. He indicated he wanted me to speak. I hurridly said.. "Sir, I really think you're not explaining the work too well - I don't understand what to do."
Fifteen minutes into the lesson.
All hell broke loose - he starts screaming at me saying how you shouldn't yell stuff like that out in the middle of the whole class, and it was something that I should take up personally with him. I smirked. He spotted my smirk. He ordered me to go sit outside the staff room. I unwillingly obliged, mocking him as I left the room and slammed the door behind me.
Fourty-five minutes into the lesson. I'm sitting outside the staff room with only six minutes to go. I wonder if I should stay and wait for him or just go. My common sense kicks in and I decide to leave, as he didn't specifiy he wanted to see me.
Recess.
Seventeen minutes into recess. I'm talking with my friends. I hear the familiar, american call of said maths teacher. He yelled out my name. He looked the angriest I had ever seen any figure of authority in my whole life. I slowly walk over to him, making a sly remark to my friends as I departed.
Eighteen minutes into recess. All hell breaks loose again. He starts asking why I didn't wait for him after period five. I told him he didn't tell me to wait for him. He starts to say "bullshit", but only gets upto "bullsh...". I slowly drop my jaw. He has in his hand two detention slips. He explains to me they're for me. I put on my defensive face  and voice. "Why?! I did nothing wrong!". Bad choice. More yelling ensues and he says it's in the morning notices for me to go and see him the next morning to get them off him. I tell him I wouldn't take them as I did nothing wrong. He puts his face literally this far away from mine: |---------------| and says "YOU...YOU...YOU...RUDE BOY...YOU!".
He wanted to swear. He wanted to let loose. He wanted to make me feel like a worthless pile of shit. Nobody could ever achieve this. He should have realised this the moment he decided to cross paths with me. Try to imagine what he said in an american accent. Yeah, you laughed. So did I. I laughed in his face. I walked off, laughing, and looked behind me, my brown locks flying with the wind, to see him with a cherry red face storming off.
I go back to my friends almost unable to breathe due to laughter. They ask what happened and I try to explain. Little luck. Once I regain myself, I explained. More laughing ensues.
Period six. Computers.
Great, I say to myself. I came to the conclusion I should send an email to the assistant principal regarding the issue. This is roughly what it said: (Copied directly from my "sent items" and some words switched around, names removed.)
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Dear *bleep*,

Today at recess I was targeted by mathematics teacher Mr. *bleep bleep*.

He had in his hand two detention slips which he claimed he was going to hand to me. I asked why, and he said he told me to see him at recess, when I am sure that he did not.

In period 5, I was asked to leave the room due to words I said. I told him that he wasn’t explain the work too well and that I didn’t understand, and I guess he took it personally.

But I do remember everything he said, and he did not tell me to see him at recess.

Before I walked away from him in the incident at recess, he intimidated me by putting his face extremely close to mine and calling me hurtful names.

 

I hope that we can resolve this issue as soon as possible.

 

Thanks,

*bleep*.
Yes. I over-dramaticised that shit. Hard. It worked though. After that period at bus lines, I spot the assistant principal. I approach him.
"Sir, did you get my email?" "Yes..I forwarded it to your year coordinator and the maths coordinator." "Thanks sir."
End of day one.

26th August. Roll call. Notices are being read out. My roll call teacher says "*bleep*, you need to go and see *bleep* in room *bleep* straight after roll call."
Great. A few minutes before roll call ended he told me to make my way down. I slowly walk down, smirking the whole way, thinking of what could happen, thinking of my options.
I make it down there with time to spare. I wait the rest of roll call out. Fellow classmates pour out of his room, some laughing at my imminent fate. I walk in, and he is questioning two students from my maths class about the incident. Both denied to answer. Sucka'.
He sends them off and allows me in. He hands me the detention slip. "Rude in class | Not listening to the teacher". That was my reason. I protested, claiming I was not rude and that he did not tell me to wait for him. He says bad luck and starts going on with some bullshit. Action time. I turn my head towards him, smile, and say "Bye sir, going to show this to my year coordinator. You lose."
He has a puzzled look on his face. I turn to head off to see my year coordinator and after that, period one. He is yelling. He wants me to come back. Probably wanted to smack me one. I ignore him. I walk up to the staff room. I knock. I ask for my coordinator. She comes out. "Miss, I don't think this detention has been given on fair grounds. Did you get the email yesterday?" "Yes. Hand the slip over, i'll investigate it" "Thanks miss :)"
Period one goes as per normal.
I had to go and see the maths coordinator at lunch. (30 minute long break after period three).
I get up there. I knock. She wasn't there. I head back down to the playground.
13 minutes into lunch, just before the second half bell rings. The maths teacher is on duty. "f**k", I murmur to my friends and myself. They hide me from him and we go sit away from him. I look up from our discussion and see him walking over. I ask my friend if he was coming. He says no, and I look up and he's in front of me. Assholish friend. I laughed and pushed my friend then looked up towards the maths teacher. "Yes, sir?" "Why did you not see the maths coordinator!??!" "I went up, she wasn't there."
He tells me to go up there, and on the way we spot her. She asks for me to see her in 5 minutes at the staff room.
Kay, I make my way up.
Five minutes later i'm facing the horrible breath of the maths coordinator.
I get told the maths teacher no longer wants me in his class. f**ker, I think.
(Pre-info to this part: our maths and science work like this: Maths 1, Maths A, Maths 2, Maths B, which is the first, second, third, fourth maths classes, respectively. Same for science. If you're in maths 1, you need to be in science 1,2,3. If you're in maths A, you have to be in science A,B,C. In this story, i'm in maths A and Science A, both the second top in the year.)
Anyway. I get told that I either have to move down 2 maths/science classes, or swap to the other side of the spectrum and enter the 1,2,3 side. I say that I would really rather not move at all, as I liked my current classes and teachers. She says, fair enough. She gets the maths teacher over and explains to him that I don't want to move. He is almost in tears.
Yes, I kid you not. A 40 year old American maths teacher who teaches at a catholic school was almost in tears. The maths coordinator explained the situation and the teacher was slowly shaking his head as to say "no."
He spoke when she finished. "My job will be on the line if he stays in my class. It's not happening."
This shocks me. The poor guy is afraid of going psycho at me. He'd prefer to ruin me then to balls up and take control of his emotions. I start to disagree, with my year coordinator accidently stumbles upon our tea party. She hears out what's been talked about. She suggests I could move up to Maths 1 and Science 1 instead of moving to Maths B and Science B. My eyes light up. Finally, some good news. She looks at me, smiles, and says "How does that sound?" "Alright." I say. I get dismissed from our informal meeting. I am moving up classes, due to getting kicked out of a class.
f**k.
Yeah.
I bask in my own glory all the way back down the stairs. When I got told i'd be moving up, the maths teacher was, again, almost in tears. His plan had failed. I had won. He lost. On top of that, I never got my detention slip. Voided and nulled.
Last period. I had my first lesson in my new maths class. A teacher that actually explains the work. A teacher that actually walks around and helps people. I feel happy. In the new class, they were a whole topic behind my original class. Why? It's the surface area / volume / area / capacity topic. Shitloads of formulas. All the last teacher did was tell us to write the formulas down and he gave us a test on it. Bullshit, I say. This is not teaching, this is breezing through bludging your pay. On top of my good news, I got to sit next to the girl I like in three out of six periods today. And if that wasn't enough, she's in the two classes I got moved into. Imaginary high five with myself. So, moral of the story, be a huge f**k up and you'll gain more than you lose.
Jokes, but seriously. I am happy. I won. I am now in classes where I belong and I'm not going to be moving out of them anytime soon.

Whew, 20 minute story to type out. Fun fun fun. Any questions on anything, ask me. I didn't structure it all too well and I'm sure I left out some important bits, lol. CBF re-reading it all.
Wait, maybe I will. Just to bask in my glory again.

TL;DR: read it!!!!!!!!



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Reply #1 on: August 26, 2009, 10:31:11 am
I doubt it was an awesome day.. Just look at your story:


(Some pre-story shit: my school has 6 periods per day. Recess (20 minute break) is after period five.)

25th August. Period five. Maths. I groaned as I saw the familiar face of the devilish maths teacher that I had the unfortunate luck of having to see four out of seven days a week for 51 minutes at a time.
Ten minutes into the lesson. He briefly and dully explained what we'd be doing. As usual. This is the second top maths class, I might add. Out of six classes. He gave us our work and told us to do it. My mate joked and said he never explains anything and we're all going to fail. Fair enough call - the last test we had, two people out of thirty scored over 50%.
I told him I agreed with him. I was thinking of something I could possibly say to make him explain the work better.
I slowly put my hand up. He indicated he wanted me to speak. I hurridly said.. "Sir, I really think you're not explaining the work too well - I don't understand what to do."
Fifteen minutes into the lesson.
All hell broke loose - he starts screaming at me saying how you shouldn't yell stuff like that out in the middle of the whole class, and it was something that I should take up personally with him. I smirked. He spotted my smirk. He ordered me to go sit outside the staff room. I unwillingly obliged, mocking him as I left the room and slammed the door behind me.
Fourty-five minutes into the lesson. I'm sitting outside the staff room with only six minutes to go. I wonder if I should stay and wait for him or just go. My common sense kicks in and I decide to leave, as he didn't specifiy he wanted to see me.
Recess.
Seventeen minutes into recess. I'm talking with my friends. I hear the familiar, american call of said maths teacher. He yelled out my name. He looked the angriest I had ever seen any figure of authority in my whole life. I slowly walk over to him, making a sly remark to my friends as I departed.
Eighteen minutes into recess. All hell breaks loose again. He starts asking why I didn't wait for him after period five. I told him he didn't tell me to wait for him. He starts to say "bullshit", but only gets upto "bullsh...". I slowly drop my jaw. He has in his hand two detention slips. He explains to me they're for me. I put on my defensive face  and voice. "Why?! I did nothing wrong!". Bad choice. More yelling ensues and he says it's in the morning notices for me to go and see him the next morning to get them off him. I tell him I wouldn't take them as I did nothing wrong. He puts his face literally this far away from mine: |---------------| and says "YOU...YOU...YOU...RUDE BOY...YOU!".
He wanted to swear. He wanted to let loose. He wanted to make me feel like a worthless pile of shit. Nobody could ever achieve this. He should have realised this the moment he decided to cross paths with me. Try to imagine what he said in an american accent. Yeah, you laughed. So did I. I laughed in his face. I walked off, laughing, and looked behind me, my brown locks flying with the wind, to see him with a cherry red face storming off.
I go back to my friends almost unable to breathe due to laughter. They ask what happened and I try to explain. Little luck. Once I regain myself, I explained. More laughing ensues.
Period six. Computers.
Great, I say to myself. I came to the conclusion I should send an email to the assistant principal regarding the issue. This is roughly what it said: (Copied directly from my "sent items" and some words switched around, names removed.)Yes. I over-dramaticised that shit. Hard. It worked though. After that period at bus lines, I spot the assistant principal. I approach him.
"Sir, did you get my email?" "Yes..I forwarded it to your year coordinator and the maths coordinator." "Thanks sir."
End of day one.

26th August. Roll call. Notices are being read out. My roll call teacher says "*bleep*, you need to go and see *bleep* in room *bleep* straight after roll call."
Great. A few minutes before roll call ended he told me to make my way down. I slowly walk down, smirking the whole way, thinking of what could happen, thinking of my options.
I make it down there with time to spare. I wait the rest of roll call out. Fellow classmates pour out of his room, some laughing at my imminent fate. I walk in, and he is questioning two students from my maths class about the incident. Both denied to answer. Sucka'.
He sends them off and allows me in. He hands me the detention slip. "Rude in class | Not listening to the teacher". That was my reason. I protested, claiming I was not rude and that he did not tell me to wait for him. He says bad luck and starts going on with some bullshit. Action time. I turn my head towards him, smile, and say "Bye sir, going to show this to my year coordinator. You lose."
He has a puzzled look on his face. I turn to head off to see my year coordinator and after that, period one. He is yelling. He wants me to come back. Probably wanted to smack me one. I ignore him. I walk up to the staff room. I knock. I ask for my coordinator. She comes out. "Miss, I don't think this detention has been given on fair grounds. Did you get the email yesterday?" "Yes. Hand the slip over, i'll investigate it" "Thanks miss"
Period one goes as per normal.
I had to go and see the maths coordinator at lunch. (30 minute long break after period three).
I get up there. I knock. She wasn't there. I head back down to the playground.
13 minutes into lunch, just before the second half bell rings. The maths teacher is on duty. "f**k", I murmur to my friends and myself. They hide me from him and we go sit away from him. I look up from our discussion and see him walking over. I ask my friend if he was coming. He says no, and I look up and he's in front of me. Assholish friend. I laughed and pushed my friend then looked up towards the maths teacher. "Yes, sir?" "Why did you not see the maths coordinator!??!" "I went up, she wasn't there."
He tells me to go up there, and on the way we spot her. She asks for me to see her in 5 minutes at the staff room.
Kay, I make my way up.
Five minutes later i'm facing the horrible breath of the maths coordinator.
I get told the maths teacher no longer wants me in his class. f**ker, I think.
(Pre-info to this part: our maths and science work like this: Maths 1, Maths A, Maths 2, Maths B, which is the first, second, third, fourth maths classes, respectively. Same for science. If you're in maths 1, you need to be in science 1,2,3. If you're in maths A, you have to be in science A,B,C. In this story, i'm in maths A and Science A, both the second top in the year.)
Anyway. I get told that I either have to move down 2 maths/science classes, or swap to the other side of the spectrum and enter the 1,2,3 side. I say that I would really rather not move at all, as I liked my current classes and teachers. She says, fair enough. She gets the maths teacher over and explains to him that I don't want to move. He is almost in tears.
Yes, I kid you not. A 40 year old American maths teacher who teaches at a catholic school was almost in tears. The maths coordinator explained the situation and the teacher was slowly shaking his head as to say "no."
He spoke when she finished. "My job will be on the line if he stays in my class. It's not happening."
This shocks me. The poor guy is afraid of going psycho at me. He'd prefer to ruin me then to balls up and take control of his emotions. I start to disagree, with my year coordinator accidently stumbles upon our tea party. She hears out what's been talked about. She suggests I could move up to Maths 1 and Science 1 instead of moving to Maths B and Science B. My eyes light up. Finally, some good news. She looks at me, smiles, and says "How does that sound?" "Alright." I say. I get dismissed from our informal meeting. I am moving up classes, due to getting kicked out of a class.
f**k.
Yeah.
I bask in my own glory all the way back down the stairs. When I got told i'd be moving up, the maths teacher was, again, almost in tears. His plan had failed. I had won. He lost. On top of that, I never got my detention slip. Voided and nulled.
Last period. I had my first lesson in my new maths class. A teacher that actually explains the work. A teacher that actually walks around and helps people. I feel happy. In the new class, they were a whole topic behind my original class. Why? It's the surface area / volume / area / capacity topic. Shitloads of formulas. All the last teacher did was tell us to write the formulas down and he gave us a test on it. Bullshit, I say. This is not teaching, this is breezing through bludging your pay. On top of my good news, I got to sit next to the girl I like in three out of six periods today. And if that wasn't enough, she's in the two classes I got moved into. Imaginary high five with myself. So, moral of the story, be a huge f**k up and you'll gain more than you lose.
Jokes, but seriously. I am happy. I won. I am now in classes where I belong and I'm not going to be moving out of them anytime soon.

Whew, 20 minute story to type out. Fun fun fun. Any questions on anything, ask me. I didn't structure it all too well and I'm sure I left out some important bits, lol. CBF re-reading it all.
Wait, maybe I will. Just to bask in my glory again.

TL;DR: read it!!!!!!!


Now, imagine the same situation with an appropriate usage of a knife.
25th August: my retired math teacher told me bad words
26th August: he went missing
I threatened the maths coordinator and now I got moved to classes math 1 and science 1
AWESOME

The result is: we got rid of over nine thousand words and no one will waste 20 minutes reading the story.



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Reply #2 on: August 26, 2009, 10:52:01 am
Interesting story, brings back memories of High School.



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Reply #3 on: August 26, 2009, 11:43:13 am
The result is: we got rid of over nine thousand words and no one will waste 20 minutes reading the story.
Thanks, I got lost in the wall of text about half way ^^

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Reply #4 on: August 26, 2009, 12:42:30 pm
Awesome story, nice to see great things happen to you!


I have a similar story in which I had a little fall-out with my maths teacher and they ended up in big trouble, but I'll explain it another time as it might take a while to type :P



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Reply #5 on: August 26, 2009, 01:59:52 pm
That was fun to read.  :D

Congratulations on that.  It's good to see a student standing up for his rights when needed.  That'll put teachers in their place from time to time.



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Reply #6 on: August 26, 2009, 02:06:56 pm
Nice story. Was very amusing and also unusual to me because I had always been in the top maths class since year 8, lol.  :razz:

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Reply #7 on: August 26, 2009, 02:12:07 pm
For some teachers it better not to explain at all.

I once had a science teacher who would spend 20 minutes on explaining the solution to a question, then checked his answer with the text book, found it was wrong and scrapped two things to get to the right answer...

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Reply #8 on: August 26, 2009, 03:40:28 pm
Lol that was Pwnsome. I wish I could have pulled something like that off. lol



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Reply #9 on: August 26, 2009, 05:18:12 pm
lols nice xd


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Reply #10 on: September 28, 2009, 08:33:04 am
So, follow up to this story. The last two tests I did with this faggot maths teacher, I scored under 50%.
This is my very first test with the new teacher:


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Reply #11 on: September 28, 2009, 02:31:28 pm
What on earth is your name if it actually starts with Giac o  _ O.

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Reply #12 on: September 28, 2009, 02:58:45 pm
Try to google it :)



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Reply #13 on: September 28, 2009, 03:50:48 pm
Giacomo, italian name? :trust:



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Reply #14 on: September 28, 2009, 04:56:27 pm
Absolute pwnage. I hate arrogant teachers like that.



 


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