john getty
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I went to Catholic school. I hated it. It seems to be a job requirement for school teachers in this country to hate children.
I liked going to school, I just didn't like going to classes.
I was the girl who wasn't popular, yet seemed to be friends with everyone. My best friend in freshmen year was the most picked on kid in the whole school. I hung out with the nerdy kids in the cafeteria before school. Hell, even the Goth kids were my friends thanks to my girlfriend. I surfed the cliques, so to speak. I tried my best at sports, never played for a team but always did well in phys ed.. My first boyfriend was a popular preppy boy, my second boyfriend was a skater, and my third (and probably the most loved) was a huge anime nerd. I was all over the place. The kids who ever picked on me ended up getting what was coming to them.
My grades were average, mostly because I was attending class half the time. Teachers liked me. All in all, high school was alright.
I dropped out of highschool in the eleventh grade after my grandfather died. He was the one that raised me growing up, and I was just crushed by it. Life went to shit from that point on.
But I think I'm getting better now.
Fucking hated it.
Did not have the best experience. I was the kid everyone picks on. Add to that I had a learning disability and severe A.D.D. I had an elementary school teacher once tell me that I was stupid and that I would never amount to anything. This fuelled my fire to prove this "lady" wrong. I since learned to overcome the disability and control the A.D.D.
That comment stuck with me all my life. I use it still to light a fire under me when I'm faced with a challenge.
Today I hold a degree in business management but I went back to school to be a teacher.
One reason I chose to do this job is because I know that by doing what I do, there is on less adult out there telling our children that they are stupid and will never amount to anything.
On a hypocritical note thinking back to how I was in high school, I would have defiantly failed out of my own class if I had my present day self as the teacher. I set the bar high for my kids and take no crap in the process.
I was thinking back on my school career tonight. I don't think of school often, except maybe college, but for some reason it just popped into my mind.
What kind of person were you? Grades, attitude, friends, etc.
From elementary, all the way up through about sophmore year in high school, I was always a mediocre student, who was a class clown type. I hated my elementary school principal in Connecticut, and used to routinely see the inside of his office. My junior high school vice principal, used to love to roam the lunch room looking for troublemakers, and he always seemed to find me. He had a habit of twisting people's ears, and dragging them to the office by their ear. (Something that would probably be considered abuse today, but in the 1980s, well).
My mom tried to cajole me to do better, and my father, well, it just gave him fuel to lambast me about my attitude and my grades.
In high school, I had a problem in freshman year, and tried to get into the town's private school. I was rejected, and had to go back to public school. Sometime around that time, I even asked my high school guidance couneslor, who was also a shrink, to smell her feet during a session we were having. She said no, of course. (Crazy, I know. In fact, my friend and I visited her at her house shortly before I moved to Lancaster in 1999, and I was afraid she'd remember the incident, and say something in front of her husband. Luckily for me, she didnt. )
My parents took me for educational testing, to find out why I was so darned messed up. The tester told me, in no uncertain terms, that I was a very smart boy, who was not performing up to his potential. My father used to give me a very poor self image when I was growing up. Calling me ugly, mediocre, gay, (Not that there's anything wrong with gay, but I've never been, and never gave any indication that I was, but girls just didnt like me). I was thin, gawky, and rather ugly, for years.
After I had that educational testing, things changed. My grades improved, and I started to feel better about myself. I wasnt sure if I was even college material, and my SAT scores weren't great, but, I got in, and, when I got to college, things really took off.
I felt blessed to be in college, and absolutely loved it. My parents split, and my father and I estranged, in soph year, but, my grades were always very good, I loved my classes, and my professors. I would soak the knowledge up. Also, I was basically anorexic while my parents were married, and then after they seperated, I started gaining weight. (Who knew I'd end up fat, and with high BP).
In college, I had good friends, belonged to orginizations, and was basically happy, in the midst of a terrible divorce, and a long estrangement from my father. Finally, I had found my niche.
Sorry if this is a long rambling post. A lot of reminiscing here. So that's the question, How did you feel about school, and why? Oh, and by the way, the story about asking my high school guidance couneslor/shrink to smell her feet is absolutely true. I'm lucky she didnt call my house, or tell the Dean to suspend, or expel, me. Shows how I had a lot to learn.
Mitch