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So every four weeks or so, maths teacher would give us a test at upper primary level. This was at pre-computer times. One of the questions was always "how long is this line" with a pen-drawn line underneath. Except, the pen he used always left a blot at the end of the line and sometimes there was a little flick from where he lifted his pen up.

Simple I thought, the line is 10.2cm - 10-3cm! Easy! But, it was always marked wrong. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. Correct answer: 10cm. It wasn't like to be rounded to the nearest cm or anything, just "how long is this line". The ink blot counted. It counted!

I'm still bitter.

This or something similar has happened to everyone I know 🇨🇦

7 when the story happened, tells it 15 years later in 2020, so I'm supposed to believe this guy is 7 - 15 + 2025 - 2020 = -3 today. Something doesn't check out about this story.

The time I told the story about how I had mud pies for my 5th birthday and said they used Oreo crumbs to make it look more realistic …. I was stood in front of the entire kindergarten and made to say the word and what it meant.

Idk why I don’t like attention 40 years later

And now, I feel rage too. Be very afraid, unnamed teacher!

AI is coming for your job!

Ah yes, the American "educational' industrial complex, I know it well. It's also fond of literally leaving behind and moving on from and kids who are struggling, like happened to me in math. Then I got in trouble because my abusive, alcoholic mother thought I was slacking off. Therapy is your friend. So are antidepressants to keep me from killing myself, but that's only tangentially related.