That’s very amazing memory. I keep forgeting shit all the time. I sometimes forget the names of a characters of a TV show that I’ve been binge watching for the past few hours.
Some people, especially teachers, burn in your memory.
I had a same"ish" thing with a teacher who tried to flunk me but failed at his own math. Funnily the guy who couldnt count and divide gave general economics, business economics and business administration. He hated my guts and I his.
Anyway, My average was a 8.5, he gave me a 3 for an oral exam thinking he flunked me as it was half of the total average before the written exams.
He Glee fully shared my grade with the class. I reminded him as emotionless as I could that 8.5+3=11.5/2=5,75 so still a pass. And with the written exam on the horizon, which I would not screw up because I was good at it and he would be unable to screw me over on it because written exams are checked by several other teachers as well…
He just lost it. He bursted in flames, started raging and kicked me out of all his classes for the rest of the year. This was in december/January, the exams where in may.
Naturally I passed all his classes with even the highest grades of the school for the written exams. It was very clear to every one he tried to fuck me over when seeing the grades.
Every teacher congratulated me. Asking me how the f i did that without any lessons. Except he. He saw me at the exam presentation, got all red and just fucking left.
I laughed at the loser he was. I still remember the law prof smirking as well over the situation. And his name i cant remember. But this guy who tried to fuck me over because he just didnt liked me… his name is burned in my brain forever.
And I remember all this to this day. This was in 1994. What an ass that guy was. It was also my first experience that most Adult people are not honest. And that them being nice is mostly a charade. And they will fuck you over for looking the wrong way or especially for a small percentage.
The one that set fire to the science classroom, and thus became a legend. And the utterly horrible one that hated kids and should not have been allowed to become a teacher.
All the others have just faded into the background because they were neither fun nor memorable.
had a teacher traumatize and humiliate me for four years.
I contemplated suicide at 12 years old.
Luckily I found strength in my spite and hatred for her to push forward.
last I heard, her husband died of colon cancer, she lost the farm and her house, and her only son turned out to be gay (they were “Christians”).
I still remember her nasty mustache and shitty attitude, and will always remember her.
I’m doing good in my life, better than her.
there’s only one other person who I hate more and I’m eagerly waiting to toast to their deaths.
they are literally the only people I could never forgive.
before you pass judgment ask yourself this, "who tells a bullied overweight 12 year old who is clearly having home problems that they need to ‘lose some weight’ and they won’t ‘be so fat’. ‘who knows, you might not be such a loser like your father.’
There’s been exactly one school shooting in my country. Teacher bullied a kid whose father was a strict army man. Gave him worse grades on purpose knowing he’d have to run 20 km home for it, etc. So one day he went to school with a gun and shot that one teacher and nobody else. So that’s what a shitty teacher (and a shitty father) can do to a child.
Wasn’t my hometown but I knew people who went to the same school at the same time. Nobody condoned the murder, but people did see where he was coming from.
we didn’t hear the part about how that teacher lost the farm due to an elaborate revenge plot where they gave the husband colon cancer and seduced the son
I can barely remember the names of my close friends from elementary and middle school. Can’t remember all of them. Only reason I can remember the high school friends is the yearbook, and I’ve still forgot half of them.
How do people even remember names for so long?
Not weird to me. I still remember every single teacher’s name to this day…I started school in 1978.
“Name every teacher”
That’s very amazing memory. I keep forgeting shit all the time. I sometimes forget the names of a characters of a TV show that I’ve been binge watching for the past few hours.
Some people, especially teachers, burn in your memory.
I had a same"ish" thing with a teacher who tried to flunk me but failed at his own math. Funnily the guy who couldnt count and divide gave general economics, business economics and business administration. He hated my guts and I his.
Anyway, My average was a 8.5, he gave me a 3 for an oral exam thinking he flunked me as it was half of the total average before the written exams. He Glee fully shared my grade with the class. I reminded him as emotionless as I could that 8.5+3=11.5/2=5,75 so still a pass. And with the written exam on the horizon, which I would not screw up because I was good at it and he would be unable to screw me over on it because written exams are checked by several other teachers as well…
He just lost it. He bursted in flames, started raging and kicked me out of all his classes for the rest of the year. This was in december/January, the exams where in may.
Naturally I passed all his classes with even the highest grades of the school for the written exams. It was very clear to every one he tried to fuck me over when seeing the grades.
Every teacher congratulated me. Asking me how the f i did that without any lessons. Except he. He saw me at the exam presentation, got all red and just fucking left.
I laughed at the loser he was. I still remember the law prof smirking as well over the situation. And his name i cant remember. But this guy who tried to fuck me over because he just didnt liked me… his name is burned in my brain forever.
And I remember all this to this day. This was in 1994. What an ass that guy was. It was also my first experience that most Adult people are not honest. And that them being nice is mostly a charade. And they will fuck you over for looking the wrong way or especially for a small percentage.
Man, I hope you told the other teachers that attending his lessons would have had no impact on the test results anyways.
I only remember the names of two teachers.
The one that set fire to the science classroom, and thus became a legend. And the utterly horrible one that hated kids and should not have been allowed to become a teacher.
All the others have just faded into the background because they were neither fun nor memorable.
had a teacher traumatize and humiliate me for four years.
I contemplated suicide at 12 years old.
Luckily I found strength in my spite and hatred for her to push forward.
last I heard, her husband died of colon cancer, she lost the farm and her house, and her only son turned out to be gay (they were “Christians”).
I still remember her nasty mustache and shitty attitude, and will always remember her.
I’m doing good in my life, better than her.
there’s only one other person who I hate more and I’m eagerly waiting to toast to their deaths.
they are literally the only people I could never forgive.
before you pass judgment ask yourself this, "who tells a bullied overweight 12 year old who is clearly having home problems that they need to ‘lose some weight’ and they won’t ‘be so fat’. ‘who knows, you might not be such a loser like your father.’
There’s been exactly one school shooting in my country. Teacher bullied a kid whose father was a strict army man. Gave him worse grades on purpose knowing he’d have to run 20 km home for it, etc. So one day he went to school with a gun and shot that one teacher and nobody else. So that’s what a shitty teacher (and a shitty father) can do to a child.
Wasn’t my hometown but I knew people who went to the same school at the same time. Nobody condoned the murder, but people did see where he was coming from.
Y’all need to stop carrying so much unresolved anger and learn to carry out elaborate revenge plots instead.
we didn’t hear the part about how that teacher lost the farm due to an elaborate revenge plot where they gave the husband colon cancer and seduced the son
I remember all my teacher’s names from preschool through high school, is that strange?
I can barely remember the names of my close friends from elementary and middle school. Can’t remember all of them. Only reason I can remember the high school friends is the yearbook, and I’ve still forgot half of them.
Highly so
Trauma sticks with a person.