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Average autism experience tbh

This shit happened to me, but in kindergarten. I grew up in a bilingual house. I spoke English and Spanish equally. I went to the school with my mom to get assessed. She said I could read and was bilingual. The teacher didn't believe it and made me read from one of their books.

To add insult to injury, when they had Spanish class, the fucking teacher taught us that "purple" was "porpuda" and "lizard" wad "lizardo." Shit like that... My mom put me in another school.

I'm 48 and still laugh about lizardo. How absolutely stupid.

The worst part is that he was grounded by the parents. When I was younger a teacher told me I was wrong for saying that Portrush was in County Antrim, not Londonderry like she told the class. My mum brought it up at the parent teacher conference.

Same teacher also marked me wrong when asked to list loughs in Northern Ireland and Iisted Lough Beg. I was right, but it wasn't on the list that SHE gave us.

That's just bad teaching. If you're not allowed to use negatives then the teacher shouldn't be asking questions where negatives are the answer. 20-25 is NOT equal to zero whether you've learnt negatives or not.

We had computer classes where we had to learn about spreadsheets.

To do a number plus ten percent we had to put in A1+A1*10/100

I did A1*1.1 like a normal person.

She then went round to make sure everyone had put it in correctly. Got annoyed at me and changed A1 to something else to expose my folly.

Was visibly annoyed when it showed the right answer.

There’s not much worse as a kid in a learning environment, or even with your parent(s), to be shut down painfully for being right about something that they don’t know or don’t think you know. Really crushes the satisfaction of nailing a win and turns it into bitterness and starts the lifelong process of keeping your mouth shut when you’re right and letting others win when wrong.

I had an elementary school teacher who insisted that gravity came from the earth's rotation, and that if the earth stopped spinning there would be nothing holding us down.

I can believe this. Not fake, not gay. The math teaching of the past was so dumb. Even now, I have 2 kids who never got a bad math teacher and still love math; two who did (one teacher who actually thought women ought not get higher education) and those two do not

And a good math teacher is a treasure beyond words. Mr. Galing, if I could have had you teach my kids through high school I would have taken them anywhere.

Me, but it's a job site and the teacher is my manager and I'm 28. Had a possibility to leave in contrast to this 7 years old child

I still remember my teacher bitching me out in front of the class when we were learning negative numbers because when he asked me how I figured out the correct answer I said that the positive numbers and negatives cancelled each other out. Like -4 and positive 5, the negative 4 cancels out 4 on the positive side and you are left with 1. Maybe that wasn't the correct verbiage but it gave me the correct answer every time. He was a dick about correcting me though.

The bajillion stories in the comments about horrible experiences with math just reinforce the fact that I've made the right career choice.

I became an elementary teacher as a second career specifically because so many elementary teachers are absolutely terrible at teaching math. (Mostly because they don't actually understand the math that they're teaching. In my university cohort, almost 50% of my classmates failed the math entrance exam the first time. There was nothing more complex than 5th grade math on that test.)

Students should be allowed to use the strategies that work for them, and they should definitely never be punished for knowing math from higher grade levels.

If a student in my class knows something more advanced, I will challenge them to use grade-level-appropriate strategies to prove that their answers are correct. And if they demonstrate that they can do both, I'll give them more advanced work to help them grow.

Maaaaaan, I've been holding this in for almost 3 decades and it's time to vent lol..

When I was in ~~middle-school~~ (lol) primary school we were doing a quiz on space and the Earth and I recall the question: how long is a year?

I'd remember reading in my "Magic School Bus" book that a year is closer to ~365.25 (that's where we get the extra day in the leap years) and the class and teacher mocked me for not putting 365. I'm still salty about it!

"Impossible" would be a more mathematically accurate answer than "zero".

Had a similar experience in what I think must have been my second year of primary school.

I was asked to go through a math problem that was written out, something like "4 + 7 = ?".

I said "Four plus seven equals eleven".

The teacher said that was wrong and said "Four add seven is eleven".

I'm like, what is the difference? She says, we aren't onto "plus" and "equals" yet

Six year old me spent an unreasonable amount of time trying to figure out how their was some difference between plus and add. She just could have said "they are the same, but please use these words to describe them in our lessons".

School nearly managed to kill my curiosity.

Nooo you can't learn about this physics stuff, you haven't learned the math yet.

Yes, that's a great question, hold it until next school year.

No, I can't explain that, it's not part of the subject matter.

Americanized versioned, but with a match teacher it went something like this:

Teacher: Whoever can solve this will get an A.

me: I have a solution.

Teacher: come out and explain it.

Me: I do just that.

Teacher: that is correct, but you didn't use the method we just learned, no A, sit down.

My experiences were to answer correctly, and then they go 'well, yes', and then don't ask me questions in the future.

One day I'm going to frame a coloured drawing I still have from year one. The following event is also still ingrained in my mind: We had to colour in a picture with several animals, one of which was a small spotted reptile in a puddle of water. Clearly a salamander.

The teacher crossed it out in red pen and screamed that I am old enough to know lizards are green and there is no such thing as a black and yellow animal on this earth.

No Child Allowed To Be Ahead

My English-as-second-language teacher hated me because I kept correcting her spelling and vocabulary. But it was okay because I hated her right back and took every opportunity to annoy her (for the sake of rigorous accuracy, of course). Fortunately she couldn't actually harm or sabotage me because I aced almost all of my tests and had good scores in national ESL competitions, and a sudden drop in grades would likely have been too obvious.

The point where I'd had enough was a test about the anatomy of vehicles. She had crossed out my answer to "left side of a ship" because I'd written port or larboard (not that I expected someone with a master's diploma to know the etymology of nautical terms*, or not to confuse larboard with starboard because they looked similar), but what made my blood fucking boil was when she crossed out my answers of hood and trunk because I'd used the American words instead of the British bonnet and boot, and when I pointed out that she'd marked those same answers as correct in others' tests, she went back and fucking changed the scores on the other tests. I told her it was "deplorable conduct for a teacher" (approximate translation, and as polite as I was going to get that day) and she dragged me to the principal for disrupting the class.

That was the third year of high school (I think "junior" is the American equivalent). I took an option to graduate one year early from ESL, in part out of spite. I'm sure she was glad to be rid of me.

* I knew "larboard" and "starboard" and the names of individual sails from Assassin's Creed 4. Much of my vocabulary comes from games (including some Russian from STALKER, Metro, and MGSV).

edit: A resurfaced memory! Still regarding sailing -- she thought "in distress" meant that things were calm and safe because "di-stress" was the opposite of "stress". I swear I'm not making this shit up!

Similarly I got accused of plagiarism in ninth grade on a 3 page essay, because I used big words.

This was before the days of the internet. I suppose I could have used something like Encarta, but I don’t even remember if you could copy and paste into ClarisWorks from it, and it was about a fictional book we’d read anyway.

My brother got accused by the same teacher 3 years later. He had an even better vocabulary than me and went on to study theoretical physics.

I had a similar experience with square roots, writing both the positive and negative answers. It's wild for a teacher to actively reject correct answers because "that's not what we learned today" (the negative answers, in my case).

God that teachers dumb.. Why even as the question? Why not just do 20 - 20 if you are going to be upset when a kid knows the answer. Simple! Don't ask questions you don't want the correct answers to. Teaching kids the wrong answers only messes them up the next year when they have to unlearn the bullshit you taught them.

You've got some weird teachers. My teachers were all pretty keen to nurture curiosity. When we'd just learned about combustion and how fire needs oxygen, I asked my teacher after the lesson about the sun and how it could be burning without oxygen, and she just explained nuclear fusion and what the sun actually was, and that the words "burning ball of gas" is a bit of a misnomer because that's not what's happening.

Oof, i can feel anon. Actually true probably, similar stuff happened to me. Also getting this writte in as bad behaviour as well. I started so many arguments with teachers because they were bullshitting. Maths is one thing, i was really into it as a child(still am) but i understand why a teacher has to teach things in order. Of course this could be solved with more resources, and more importantly, distrobuting resources better by having a bit more personalized education. But what i was on about is that its very common(in eastern europe at least) for teachers to spread actual complete fucking bullshit. The amount of times they took disciplinary action against me because i corrected their batshit insane claims is just sad. This mainly happened until 5th and 6th grade where i got to the conclusion that just discussing what we covered during the class, after the class, was a good way of clearing up the mess. Of course i knew way too much for a 10 year old(had an autistic sister who loved to infodump me, we still engage in it time to time ^_^) but the point is that if a 10 year old is constantly correcting his teachers theres a problem in the system. I hoped that more western systems would be better but actually i dont see (sweden in my case) being much better for children even with everyone hyping it up. Well sorry for the rant, idk what could actually solve these problems exactly as im not an expert but i really hope we adress it one day...

Absolutely not fake, nor gay

Man... This sucks. I can't believe how many lemmings have had similar experiences. I'm just remembering one now where I was excited about math, went ahead in the curriculum to fractions, and answered everything in ratios. Instead of the teacher seeing the simple mistake, I just remember them being "wrong". How deflating.

Kids need connection before correction. I'm sort of glad my kid is glued to a screen doing adaptive math. It sucks in its own way, but better than unfeeling correction. Though, at least in my district, there's a big emphasis on empathy development so I think the teachers try to model that.

Ah I recall my "science" teacher when I was 13 explaining to us that all materials expand when heated and shrink when cooled.

So I ask how ice floats, or how ice cubes swell above the tray.

At the written maths finals in my country there's first a timebox where the teacher goes through all tasks to make sure that everyone understands what is asked. During that portion the headmaster is present and students are allowed to ask questions. After that the headmaster leaves and nobody is allowed to talk any more.

So the teacher shows us this one task, and it's a 3D geometry task. I look through it and notice that there's one angle missing. There's an infinite number of correct solutions with the given requirements. So I raise my hand and ask about that.

My teacher looks straight past me at the back wall of the classroom, completely stone faced and says "I am sure that the requirements are complete. They cannot be incomplete." I hold my tongue.

As soon as the headmaster leaves, my teacher all but runs up to my desk and asks me what he missed.

Turns out, I was right and he just put a random number on the chalkboard to be used as the missed requirement.

If he had admitted in front of the headmaster that the requirements were incomplete, then the whole maths finals would have to be postponed and redone.

I switched from a French immersion to an English school in grade 3, so pretty much coasted French class until one day we were doing some exercise where we would say our names. Friends name is Green and he read it out as Verde. The teacher was ecstatic, praising him for a job well done. Of course I knew this was incorrect that you don't translate proper names and kept trying to correct them. I argued so vehemently that I got suspended for the day. Still hate French to this day.

Did I write this fucking greentext and then forgot or something, because this exact same thing happened to me, except they took my yugioh cards, not pokemon csrds

Let that be a lesson. Truth comes from authority, not the evidence of your senses.

My parents got called to school more than once because i was "disruptive" and kept doing things like wandering around class talking to people or not turning up after breaks. I was bored. My parents said, if I've done the work and it's all correct can't they give me something else to do? So they made me answer the same set of questions again once I finished them.

Similar story of my own: Had a middle school computer teacher who told us to use "File -> Open URL" on Internet Explorer/Netscape (can't remember which) which opened a prompt window with a text field to enter in a URL. And I pointed out that you can just use the address bar and do the same thing and she angrily told me that I had to do it the proper way. While I thought she wasn't looking, I used the address bar anyway. She apparently had been trying to spy if I disobeyed, caught me, and told me that I failed the assignment (I did not even know I was being graded).

Another different computer teacher at my high school I had seemed to more or less admit she had no idea what she was doing (she originally taught a different subject, she seemed legitimately nervous/insecure about possibly losing her job) though she tried by just reading the text book to us verbatim for a few days. Eventually, she gave up and the students just taught each other computer stuff in her class, then when they ran out of things to teach each other they just played Age of Empires all class and the she let us.