Actually, I suppose I owe a lot to a particularly dreadful teacher (believe it or not, she wasn't the worst I ever had, but she definitely cracked the top five). And I'm naming names, because:
1) It was so long ago it doesn't matter anymore and
2) fuck her.
Long story incoming.
Mrs. Warnick. First semester Sophomore Honors English in High School. For reasons I've never been able to determine, she took an intense dislike to me and legitimately had it in for me. I have a dozen stories about this old bitch, but the one I think best illustrates the extremity of the problem was the multiple-choice test.
One day we had a multiple-choice pop quiz. No problem. I'd read the material and the questions were pretty easy. However, when I got mine back, I saw that a handful of my answers, which I was certain were correct, had been marked wrong. I double-checked by comparing with a classmate who had recieved a high grade, and sure enough, I DID have the right answers.
This was early in the semester, before I'd gotten to know the teacher. I assumed it was an honest mistake in the grading, so I went to show her the problem and get it corrected. The classmate came with me. When I pointed out that, for example, we had both answered "C" and she'd marked mine as wrong and my classmate's as right, did she correct the grade? Nope. She looked me square in the face and said, "I changed my mind."
"About which answer was right?"
"Yep."
"But... it's multiple choice."
"Doesn't matter. I changed my mind."
I saw a similar thing in high school with one of the kids in class who would later become my best friend. Dave had had a teacher who used to victimise him in primary school and when he began high school he was glad he would never have to see the bloke again but the teacher transferred to the same school.
At the time I didn’t know about what had happened to Dave in primary school (I went to a different school) and the teacher in question was one of my faves at the time. Then one day I saw my friend say he didn’t know the answer to a question and that teacher literally whaled into him, slapping him all about his head and when Dave curled up into a ball at his desk he just kept hitting him on his back. The entire class just froze, I’d never seen anything like it. And nobody said anything. It went unreported. I only asked Dave about it years later and he didn’t even remember that particular incident, it was just one of many.
I went off that teacher straight away, from hero to villain in the space of a few minutes.
When I went to my 20th anniversary school reunion a few years ago some of the other ‘kids’ were saying how good that teacher had been, and I told them that story because I wasn’t a helpless kid anymore and decided to speak out. I also informed them that that was one of the reasons that Dave hadn’t gone to the reunion and that he never wanted to set foot in that town ever again; it pretty much ruined most of his childhood and the bullying he copped at school from that one teacher (and way too many kids as well) has left its mark upon him. When he was in hospital with blood poisoning a few years ago I used to visit him every day and I asked him why we were friends, seeing as how we had so little in common with one another. “Because you’re one of the only people who has never shit on me.” That’s not a very high bar, hey?
Sorry about the derail, but that story by Tazlima reminded me too much of the toxicity of some people.
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