Not my fault?

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:rolleyes:

Do you ever feel exactly like :rolleyes: ?

Alright, in my Earth Science class I sit (sat) in a chair with uneven legs. It wobbled like a bitch. But it wasn't important to me. I'd tried many times to get transferred out of the class (it's horribly taught by an ignorant control-freak), to no avail. But whatever. So today, I was rocking back and forth near the end of class. The kid sitting in back of me put his feet on the hanging textbook-cage thingy (a wire frame place to put a textbook under your chair) while I was wobbling. I didn't notice, and when I leaned forward again, I heard a loud, metallic SNAP. I stopped and looked down to see what it was. The teacher got up and came over.

Alright, I weigh 130 pounds and I'm 5'10". I would imagine that I do not have the strength required to bust apart a stainless steel weld. The only way I could think to explain it was that it was simply a stress break, since it had been wobbling all year (and I'm not the only kid who sits in it, about 6 other kids do for an hour each day). It just happened to break while I was sitting on it. But, I return to my story.

The teacher comes over and asks "What was that noise?" I decide to be honest ( :rolleyes: ), which I now see was a mistake, and point to where the weld had broken (he wouldn't have been able to see it otherwise). I say "The desk was wobbling, and it snapped." The teacher immediately blows up (in the middle of class) and yells about me being a delinquent. He then calls the principal and says that I "destroyed" a desk (it's still completely useable, in fact there are others in the classroom that don't even have the support bar that snapped on mine). He dismisses the rest of the class, and makes me stay in (missing half my lunch) and yells at me more. He says that "I've never caused him problems before" (right after calling me a delinquent?) and that he didn't understand what I had done to him. Seven, I counted, seven times I tried to explain to him what had happened. Every time, I cut me off before I got to mid-sentence and attempted to put a guilt trip on me. He said "Now I have an unuseable desk! I don't have an extra desk. Now I'm short one desk! What am I going to do?" He then said that I should have told him that the desk was wobbling, and that if it was defective he could have gotten it replaced. But none of the other kids, out of all seven periods, had warned him of the perilous wobbling desk. Weren't they at fault too? Then he "didn't want to deal with me" and called the principal (again). He was told that the problem would be taken care of by a very annoyed-sounding receptionist (speaker phone). He then dismissed me.

Later, my mom forwarded me an e-mail from work that he sent her. It was an extraordinarily long attempt at a guilt trip, punctuated by a recommendation for harsh punishment. My mom commented that he was a crack head.

So now, I could be faced with several things: Harsh school punishments, a fine, the cost of a new desk, and/or a transfer to a new science teacher (the last of which would be good).

I still haven't been contacted by administration. God damnit.
 
LMAO...

Anyway, if I were you, I would totally tell the administration that your teacher has been sexually molesting you, and that made you "fidgety" around him, and thus your desk broke. Not only would you get out of trouble, but you'd probably take that nut-job down.

I've got a little funny story along the same lines: One of my friends decided to jokingly tell the school psychologist that I'd been depressed and considered suicide. (this was about 10th grade or so) The psychologist called me into her office and gave me this whole spiel about how kids are struggling with stress and conformity.. yadda yadda yadda..

I had no idea what was going on, and she dropped the bomb, "Why have you been contemplating suicide?" At first, I stared at her blankly... not realizing what the hell she could be talking about.

She told me one of my friends had come in and confessed about my "problem". I told her it was because the Giants had lost the Superbowl, and that chemistry was too difficult for me. She called my mom, and my mom laughed in her face.

It was real funny, and she was totally serious about it.


PS: I know this is a serious issue that shouldn't be joked about, and that she was simply doing her job, but due to the circumstances, and seeing as how in high school I was the mirror image of suicide, it was just too funny to let slip by.
 
Ok, that teacher sounds horrible and hostile, but the best thing to do is go back into class and just apologized to the teacher that the desk broke causing such a rucous in class. Note how I put that. "I'm sorry the desk broke and disrupted the class.' not at one point did you say you caused it but it sure can sound like it if that's what he wants to hear. Peopel will only hear what they want and you are inviting that to happen. You didn't cause it but if you make him happy, it'll be a little easier to deal in class until you are moved elsewhere. He might even start to like you just because you took responcibility.

This all comes from the theory if a man apologizes to a women for the world, she will forgive him anything. It works with authority too most of the time. For authority apologizing, don't apologise for anyone else if it gets you into even more trouble.
 
Bring a microcassette recorder to you with school one time. Next time that teacher flips out for no reason, get it on tape and get the asshole fired.

In 7th grade I had an Algebra teacher who was pure EVIL. One of my friends taped one of her explosions one day, and threatened to play it for the principal unless she calmed her ass down. Granted, it was almost the end of the year, but from that point on whenever she was tempted to go overboard, my friend just pulled out that cassette and waved it around in the air at her. :thumbsup:
 
I feel a new sig (with bold bright red size 5 quote) coming on.

I would put it in writing. A statement. It's easy for someone to cut you off while speaking. But if you organize all your thoughts into a document, it's harder to blow off. Not to mention the fact that something in writing has a psychological effect conveying seriousness or sincerity that you often don't get through the spoken word.
Print up a memo for school officials
 
Well, I didn't get a chance to talk to him today. The minute I came into class, a campus supervisor was waiting to escort me to the assistant principle's office. However, the assistant principal was in a meeting with the regular principle, and so he couldn't meet with me. Instead, I waited outside his office for an hour before being told that I could go to my next class, and to come back tomorrow.

:rolleyes: I'm pretty confident I can talk my way out of it (I didn't do anything wrong in the first place).
 
Okay, I talked with the assistant principle. He said "Your teacher overreacted. It's not a big deal, and you have a flawless record of behavior, so I'm just going to tell you not to do it again. Have a nice day."

The problem, though, is that I didn't get transferred out of the class. I have literally no respect for the teacher any more. I hope I don't get into trouble for disrespecting him.
 
It's just the way i operate. I told my 8th grade social studies teacher she was awful, her class sucked, and she couldn't teach her way out of a paper bag. I still passed.

In 11th grade, mixed in with the papers I had to hand in weekly, were phrases such as:

....The Nazi's were terrible people. Adolf Hitler was the leader of Germany at the time. This is definatly the worst class I've ever taken. First, Hitler was given control of Czeckoslovakia by Churchill, the Prime Minister of England. Churchill didn't want a conflict, and tried to appease Hitler. I would rather gouge out both my eyes then come to your class. Poland was Hitler's next target.....
 
I've done my fair share of being an ass to teachers in the past. In fact, it landed me in remedial classes in 9th grade, which I have just now worked my way out of (honors classes!).
 
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