Ever got sonned/ethered by your teacher?

[Canada Goose]

That other class thread inspired this thread.

Reminds me of when I was in a Social studies class and I was a Spec Ed dude in a Regular Ed class (I was behind on Credits) and I was feeling slightly overwhelmed and was kind of slacking on my HW (HW for that class was type hard ) so anyway, the teacher, a guy, asks me for my homework, I didn't have it, but then as we walked away he though a subliminal at me...

Teacher - I'm not trained to teach Kindergarten

Me - ... in my mind


He didn't say it to me directly but he was said it as we was setting up his computer for class.

I kinda pissed me off and it kinda hurt, but after I shrived to do better and I eventually passed that Social Studies Regents

Its crazy as when I went into this program after I graduated HS I was far more mature than that adults that I interacted with there, even though that teacher was White it made me even more of a real nikka

I was 19-20 years old in this program and was far more mature than people that was 8 - 20 years older than me

On a personal level that's one of the biggest things I was proud of in that bad situation that program was

 

[Zapp Brannigan]

When I was 12, my biology teacher said that I fukked like I didn't know what I was doing.

She was fukked up, man.

 

[AquaCityBoy]

Not to me directly, but me and another kid in my class went to ask a professor for help on a problem during his office hours.

I kept my mouth shut and the other dude did most of the talking, so when he was telling the professor what his problem was, the professor was starting to get annoyed because he wasn't getting it. So he tells dude, "Why are you even in this class? It's clear you don't understand the material, so why are you wasting your time? What's the point? "

Me and dude are looking like , and then the professor looks over at me like, "You got something to say? " and I'm like

 

[Pazzy]

i remember when my kindergarten teacher who played in out most of the time in kindergarten. i had to be 5 years old. to this day, i hate that bytch because of that shyt. her name was miss jones and man, i fukking hate that bytch.

i remember where she made me stand in front of the classroom in front of all the students and had me open my hands out in front of me. she would ask me the addition and subtraction problems that i got wrong and it was everything by the way. i didn't know because i wasn't in class for the lesson, i was in special ed getting speech therapy in the morning and would come back to there in time for lunch. but anyways, when i didn't know or give the right answer, she would hit my hands with a ruler. all the kids would laugh at me. i'm getting really angry talking about that shyt. if i saw that woman tpday, i would grab a ruler and smack the shyt out of her with it. she was a total bytch to me at a time where i was being bullied by the other kids in that horrible school. she took some of my toys from me too. her and the other kids. if she died, i wouldn't give a fukk. fukk that child abusing bytch.

 

[Ray Jesus]

no i was always ethering my teachers. i once painted a caricature of my cracked out media studies teacher in my art class and when the art teacher saw it she recognized who it was and was low-key
like

 

[Mantle Drunk]

I think I've mentioned this before but a teacher told me I would never amount to nothing and my brother would never amount to anything he had her years before me. I don't know why she threw my brother under the bus she really didn't even know what he was doing with his life at the time so it was bullshyt. I was used to having that said to me but adding in my brother really infuriated me.

 

[Ray Jesus]

if i saw that woman today, i would grab a ruler and smack the shyt out of her with it.

that was funny as hell but i feel you on your story




good thread btw op. 5 stars pour toi

 

[flea]

breh how many fukking people here are special ed students :vince:

 

[Banned Account12]

i remember when my kindergarten teacher who played in out most of the time in kindergarten. i had to be 5 years old. to this day, i hate that bytch because of that shyt. her name was miss jones and man, i fukking hate that bytch.

i remember where she made me stand in front of the classroom in front of all the students and had me open my hands out in front of me. she would ask me the addition and subtraction problems that i got wrong and it was everything by the way. i didn't know because i wasn't in class for the lesson, i was in special ed getting speech therapy in the morning and would come back to there in time for lunch. but anyways, when i didn't know or give the right answer, she would hit my hands with a ruler. all the kids would laugh at me. i'm getting really angry talking about that shyt. if i saw that woman tpday, i would grab a ruler and smack the shyt out of her with it. she was a total bytch to me at a time where i was being bullied by the other kids in that horrible school. she took some of my toys from me too. her and the other kids. if she died, i wouldn't give a fukk. fukk that child abusing bytch.

damn bruh its ok now

you can tell this nikka meant every goddamn word

 

[Ray Jesus]

you can tell this nikka meant every goddamn word

he was getting mad just talking about it

 

[luckyse7enz]

When I was a freshman in high school, we had an art class. I had come from another Catholic school that was kind of prestigious and all of the teachers would bring it up, so I guess they expected me to be a wise-ass.

Anyway, we were talking about some kind of painting assignment and the teacher (black woman with an art gallery here in Detroit) was explaining that it's better to complete something and completely fail/get a zero on it than to do nothing at all.

In my head, I was like thinking, "...it shows up as an "F" either way though."

I was still young and it ended up making sense to me later in life when I figured out that she was just talking about EFFORT, but the room got completely quiet for a second right after she said it and I mumbled under my breath:

Me: "That's a lie."

Her: "GET THE fukk OUT!

All my classmates: :yikesvince:

I had to try not to laugh b/c she was HEATED but I left. It was probably one of 3 times that I've ever been kicked out of class all throughout school. I remember going back in there the next time we had class. I set my binder down before the bell even rang, sat down at my table, and she was like...

"Out."

Me:

http://vanillacherryice.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/get_the_fukk_out.gif?w=560

 

[Banned Account12]

When I was a freshman in high school, we had an art class. I had come from another Catholic school that was kind of prestigious and all of the teachers would bring it up, so I guess they expected me to be a wise-ass.

Anyway, we were talking about some kind of painting assignment and the teacher (black woman with an art gallery here in Detroit) was explaining that it's better to complete something and completely fail/get a zero on it than to do nothing at all.

In my head, I was like thinking, "...it shows up as an "F" either way though."

I was still young and it ended up making sense to me later in life when I figured out that she was just talking about EFFORT, but the room got completely quiet for a second right after she said it and I mumbled under my breath:

Me: "That's a lie."

Her: "GET THE fukk OUT!

All my classmates: :yikesvince:

I had to try not to laugh b/c she was HEATED but I left. It was probably one of 3 times that I've ever been kicked out of class all throughout school. I remember going back in there the next time we had class. I set my binder down before the bell even rang, sat down at my table, and she was like...

"Out."

Me:

http://vanillacherryice.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/get_the_fukk_out.gif?w=560

yu nikkas are hilarious

 

[Kenny West]

Math is usually my weakest subject. My math class was right after lunch in high school and was a chore to go to/stay awake in. I used to stay nodded in that shyt. I had a snarky ass math teacher too.

So one time I ate good at lunch and found myself fading in class. A nikka tried to stay awake but dat itis....it was too strong


I nod a couple times but I'm good. Class already halfway over. I think to myself "I'm gucci " but I was wrong.

Yall ever try to talk as soon as you wake up, speaking on the last lone sleep thought in your head just for the other person to be like ?

Well this time I coulda sworn dude was going over some problem and I was sure the answer was 6. I faded a little and next thing I know this sumbytch calls on my groggy ass

Him: And your answer Mr. Sniper?

Me: Six

Class: ........
Him:
I'm now fully awake tryna figure out why the class was in an uproar and what the fukk just happened. Dude was just shooting the shyt at the end of class asking us what we did over the weekend. I was out longer than I thought. nikkas still clown over that till this day

 

[the cac mamba]

breh how many fukking people here are special ed students :vince:

peep my sig, i know at least 3

 

[Yoda]

I was told to "grow up" a few times not really etherish but it stuck with me