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In fourth grade we would read short stories and answer multiple-choice questions about them. One such story was about romantically involved terrapins, and the question was "What would be a good title for this story?" The answers included
a) A turtle love story
b) Two turtles in love
I don't remember which one I picked but the correct answer was the other one.
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.
Never stop fighting their lies
"youre not supposed to know that yet" then why in fucks name did you ask lady?
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 🇨🇦
Failed a high school required class because I have poor writing abilities. (I word good.. just my penmanship is trash)
Literally got a 0 on a midterm because the teacher "couldn't read my writing"
Crap like the green text and my high school experience is why parents need to be involved in a child's education.
thats been 30 years ago.. I'm still bitter. But it'll make me a better father to school aged kids
Little did they know nearly no one needs to wield a pen now, or for the last couple of decades
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.
And now, I feel rage too. Be very afraid, unnamed teacher!
AI is coming for your job!
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