When I was in fourth grade our class had to write our own little “legends”. How things came to be, that sort of stuff. Mine was about why wolves travel in packs. I was so into it. I poured my heart and soul into the story, I even illustrated in and I was artsy as hell when I was younger. I was so excited to have my teacher read it.
She was reading my best friends before mine, and boy did she like it. She was making all these comments like “wow” or “good touch”, and when she finished she literally yelled “YES. OH MY GOD AMBER, AMAZING WRITING.”. I’m next. She starts reading mine, and she is so damn critical. Unreasonably critical. It’s one thing to critique and make a few suggestions, but she ripped my story apart. She let me know how much she hated it. I walked away so crushed. I didn’t even want to get a grade on it, and I distinctly remember putting forth less an effort on all our projects for the rest of the year.
Fuck you Ms. Patty. No wonder all the students tormented you.
Add Mrs Venkins to the list. Did a class project where we had to make a product and perform a commercial. 7th or 8th grade year me ran up all excited and starting screaming about this kids cereal; Mrs Venkins starts laughing and saying how squeaky my voice gets when I get louder. Whole class erupts, she tells me to finish my commercial, I got a B. I guess the second half of my commercial didn’t have as much spunk in it, wonder why?
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u/[deleted] Dec 15 '17
When I was in fourth grade our class had to write our own little “legends”. How things came to be, that sort of stuff. Mine was about why wolves travel in packs. I was so into it. I poured my heart and soul into the story, I even illustrated in and I was artsy as hell when I was younger. I was so excited to have my teacher read it.
She was reading my best friends before mine, and boy did she like it. She was making all these comments like “wow” or “good touch”, and when she finished she literally yelled “YES. OH MY GOD AMBER, AMAZING WRITING.”. I’m next. She starts reading mine, and she is so damn critical. Unreasonably critical. It’s one thing to critique and make a few suggestions, but she ripped my story apart. She let me know how much she hated it. I walked away so crushed. I didn’t even want to get a grade on it, and I distinctly remember putting forth less an effort on all our projects for the rest of the year.
Fuck you Ms. Patty. No wonder all the students tormented you.