Why were they allowed to keep on teaching? Granted I'm older than many of you but these teacher threads reminded me of something that happened to me when I was in grade school. The last day of the 5th grade we got to go to our new classroom and see our 6th grade teacher and also see who else we would be sharing the year with.
I was so happy to find that one of my closest friends was in my class that I screamed with joy. The teacher, and I'll use her name because she's got to be long gone (she was in her last year of teaching when I had the misfortune of getting her), Miss Gibson walked over to me and threw me across one of the desks. I landed on the floor, too afraid to even cry. I never told anyone what happened, not even my parents. You see back then we were brought up to think it was always OUR fault.
Needless to say, the 6th grade was the year from hell. Our seats were in groups of 4. Where you sat each week was determined by the math test that was taken on Friday. Guess what my worst subject was? She spent 90% of the day directing the class toward the top 4 kids while the rest of us watched.
The only good thing is a few years later I made friends with a girl who had her the year before me. This girl was educated in Catholic schools until she came to the town I lived in and then she got this woman. This woman yelled at her for standing up one day when the principal walked in the room. She did this as a sign of respect.
I wonder how the administration could have been so blind to what was going on between this woman and all the students she hurt over the years.
I'm sure some of you older folks have some unpleasant memories of teachers in the 50's and 60's. BTW, I had at least one amazing teacher in high school that I've never forgotten. The rest have just faded into a blur.
I was so happy to find that one of my closest friends was in my class that I screamed with joy. The teacher, and I'll use her name because she's got to be long gone (she was in her last year of teaching when I had the misfortune of getting her), Miss Gibson walked over to me and threw me across one of the desks. I landed on the floor, too afraid to even cry. I never told anyone what happened, not even my parents. You see back then we were brought up to think it was always OUR fault.
Needless to say, the 6th grade was the year from hell. Our seats were in groups of 4. Where you sat each week was determined by the math test that was taken on Friday. Guess what my worst subject was? She spent 90% of the day directing the class toward the top 4 kids while the rest of us watched.
The only good thing is a few years later I made friends with a girl who had her the year before me. This girl was educated in Catholic schools until she came to the town I lived in and then she got this woman. This woman yelled at her for standing up one day when the principal walked in the room. She did this as a sign of respect.
I wonder how the administration could have been so blind to what was going on between this woman and all the students she hurt over the years.
I'm sure some of you older folks have some unpleasant memories of teachers in the 50's and 60's. BTW, I had at least one amazing teacher in high school that I've never forgotten. The rest have just faded into a blur.
