the number one way you drove your teacher nutz in high school :}

[strmrdr]

Mine was sleeping in math class, when the teacher would see I was taking a nap and call on me and ask me to solve the problem that was on the board and I''d look at it and give the answer off the top of my head and go back too sleep.
One the second day of class wrote out an algebra problem that took up the entire chalk board 2 lines deep then woke me to answer it. My answer was abdef all equaled 0 and g=1 c=1 and it solved out. Took me about 2 min. too solve it.
Which wasn''t the answer she expected but it was right(she messed up when she copied it too the board) LOL
that was the most fun day I ever had in a math class.
After that she left me alone.

Yea I was the rebel LOL

 

[monarch64]

I can''t remember really ever giving my high school teachers a hard time...but I used to have my name on the board almost every day in grade school for talking during class. I think I had detention a couple of times in jr. high or high school for being late to class a few times, but that''s it. Oh...I DID um, copy homework from the gal who sat in front of me sometimes during geometry class in high school, fortunately I never got caught. But this is probably why I''m not great with diamond numbers...no love for math here!

 

[Maisie]

I was a really bad kid at school. I had a really awful step dad who used to hit me and be really nasty to me. I took my upset and frustration out on the teachers. I would play up and swear at them and was probably in the corridor outside the class more than I was inside learning!

 

[Skippy123]

Date: 3/2/2008 6:09:37 AM
Author: Maisie
I was a really bad kid at school. I had a really awful step dad who used to hit me and be really nasty to me. I took my upset and frustration out on the teachers. I would play up and swear at them and was probably in the corridor outside the class more than I was inside learning!

Maisie, I would have been bad too if that happened to me; I am sorry, how awful and what a jerk; I am sorry!!!



Well, I was not bad in middle and high school; I guess I was bad in elementry school. I was sent to the Principal''s office a few times because I was too social; I loved chit chatting and laughing. I learned by 5th grade to be a good student; I laugh now but it was so scary to be be sent to the Principal''s office as a little kid!!!

 

[monarch64]

Blech, Maisie! I''m sure we''ll here more stories here....sorry yours is so sad!

 

[Maisie]

Thanks Skippy and Monnie! Its funny but I think having such an awful step parent made me a better mother. I cherish my kids and never lift my hands to them. Mind you, if they ever get in trouble at school I will not be happy!!

 

[kellyfish]

not doin'' homework....

 

[Ellen]

I wasn''t really bad in school, it was out of school that I "misbehaved".

The only thing I ever did that I know frustrated some was not working up to my potential. I was capable of so much, but unless the class interested me, and that wasn''t very often, I just did the minimum.

 

[monarch64]

Date: 3/2/2008 8:42:23 AM
Author: Ellen
I wasn''t really bad in school, it was out of school that I ''misbehaved''.

The only thing I ever did that I know frustrated some was not working up to my potential. I was capable of so much, but unless the class interested me, and that wasn''t very often, I just did the minimum.

I was accused a number of times that I didn''t apply myself enough or did not work up to my potential. Funny that I made it all through college...

First in my family to graduate college with a 4 yr. degree. My parents still see my old high school teachers on the street and are having the "last laugh."

 

[diamondsrock]

well, it wasn''t high school, but middle school. We had industrial arts and were working on a woodblock. We had to sand it down, sand it again, sand it some more, until it was perfectly smooth and level on all sides. I felt like I had sanded it plenty so kept going up to him and asking, am I done yet? (we had to get his approval before finishing it). He kept saying no and I kept complaining out loud to him. Finally I asked him again and he said "quit your bitching" in a joking way, but I was so shocked that he said that! When you''re in middle school and your teacher tells you that it''s pretty humiliating. Looking back, I was a pain in the %&^ and he was only joking, but I think I was his most annoying student!

 

[Ellen]

Date: 3/2/2008 8:54:38 AM
Author: monarch64
I was accused a number of times that I didn''t apply myself enough or did not work up to my potential. Funny that I made it all through college...

First in my family to graduate college with a 4 yr. degree. My parents still see my old high school teachers on the street and are having the ''last laugh.''

Good for you.

 

[iheartscience]

I think the number one way I drove my teachers nuts was not doing my homework, pretty much ever. Plus I was late all the time. (My twin sister was the same way-never did her homework and always late-we were partners in crime!)

I also had (and still have) a smart mouth but I would only give my teachers attitude occasionally, and usually they deserved it. Trust me-I had some really terrible teachers...I mean, just plain bad! And I knew it then, at age 14-17.

I hated high school, especially my senior year. The only thing I liked about high school were the sports teams I played on! (Field hockey and soccer.) I also did journalism and I liked that a lot, too.

I definitely didn''t "live up to my potential" or "apply myself." However, I did well on the SAT, and so did my sister, so we got into college quite easily and both did pretty well once we got to college. I think high school was just so ridiculous that we couldn''t bring ourselves to play the game!

 

[ephemery1]

I corrected them when they were wrong.

Not loudly, not in front of other students (unless I REALLY didn't like them) but if they marked something wrong incorrectly on my paper, I made sure to let them know.

Example: In 7th grade, we had a textbook that spelled Charleston, SC as "Charlestown" (which WAS its original name, until 1783) and when I identified it as "Charleston" in a map test of current US cities, my teacher marked it wrong and insisted we were going with the book. I brought in multiple other books to prove my point and she gave me dentention!

I also had a teacher accuse me of plagiarism on my 10th grade term paper and withhold my grade because of it. When I asked him why (since I HADN'T plagiarized anything) he said because he'd never seen a 15 year old write like that. I offered (scathingly) to contact all of my previous teachers and have them explain to him that my age didn't have much to do with my writing ability, and he eventually got the point and gave in.

I won't even get into the arguments I had with my AP English teacher. Suffice it to say, if I didn't respect someone, I didn't like them teaching my favorite subject.

I do feel bad that my younger brothers had to go through all those teachers after me.

 

[mimzy]

my freshmen year i lived very very close to my high school and i would always take the bathroom pass and run home to get my homework because i always forgot it. my hs had big windows in the front of it, and some of my teachers could see me bolting down the hill, and then back up again with the pass and homework in hand. i never got in trouble for it (my teachers were pretty cool) but i definitely got more than a few exasperated looks

 

[Haven]

I refused to do work if I didn''t see any value in it, and that meant that I refused to do a lot of work in high school. My physics teacher gave me an award for being "the most apologetic about never doing the homework". She was generous as I don''t remember apologizing.

Now that I''m a high school teacher, I can say that the students who drive me "nutz" are the point mongers--they are only motivated to do work in order to earn points. They try to squeeze out extra credit at every turn, and they are utterly uninterested in actually THINKING. I tell my students on the first day of class (and I write this in my syllabus) that "the chief benefit of learning to appreciate literature is that it encourages, nay, it inspires you to develop original thought, to challenge your current beliefs, and to grow as an individual. If you are not interested in rigor and thinking for yourself, see your counselor as soon as possible and drop this class." Some do drop, but it always astounds me when I end up with a few point mongers in class.

 

[ChargerGrrl]

I went to a strict Catholic H.S.

Let''s just say that I didn''t really "drink the holy water", and was a non-traditional Catholic. I would often debate with the nuns about the church''s view on controversial topics. That got me in trouble many times.

Oh, I would also roll up the waistband of my pleated skirt so that it was higher than the allowed 3-inches from the knee. I was a frequent target of the nuns and their rulers.

I was a rebel!

 

[Independent Gal]

Oh my Lord, I was in trouble ALL THE TIME in school. Let me count the ways.

I think the number one way was in high school, I developed a nervous habit with silly putty. Remember that stuff? I take it you had it in America too. Came in a red plastic egg, and it was this weird gummy putty stuff.

Anyway, I used to play with it obsessively and it drove my form teacher CRAZY! I would flatten it out and then seal the edges into a bubble and POP! So... satisfying... But then she''d get pissed and confiscate it. She must have had a mountain of the stuff in her desk drawer.

I think that''s the number one. But there were lots. I was not a ''bad'' kid. But I was certainly sassy and I hated being told what to do.

 

[diamondfan]

When I was really young I was a chatty Cathy and did not like busy work in my seat. I would finish and then try to occupy myself around the room. The teacher would get annoyed and assume I was NOT done or had not done it right. I would show my work to her and she would get this look on her face because it was all done correctly. PS I ended up skipping a grade eventually because my mom felt the work was not challenging and then I would get into trouble because I was bored. (I did not do any malicious stuff at all, just needing to be moving on to something else and the class was not ready to move on)...My report cards would also mention that I was more into the social scene sometimes and a bit boy crazy and I was a chatterer. Some things never change, my hubby still tells me I am a social butterfly! I think the teacher did not want to have to come up with more challenging work for me, and just sitting in my seat with a completed worksheet while everyone else was still working did not work well for me. I needed a constant stream of stuff to be productive, because I would start to zone out otherwise.

When I got older, it was about attitude...I had all the ability in the world but not always the motivation. My teachers who knew what I COULD do would beg and plead with me to make some effort. However, I had skipped into high school so I did not know the kids, and then my dad got sick again with metastatic cancer, so I really did not give a hoot about geometry etc. Once the teachers knew that they were a bit more understanding. The pressure lessened and I was able to start to focus again.

 

[Diamond*Dana]

I can''t remember anything that I really did that was bad...well, in school anyway. I think I was always thought of as a ggod kid, and I was for the most part, but I did do my share of partying...and I was very good at hiding it, lol!

 

[dani13]

I am ALWAYS laughing, and it used to get me in trouble all the time when I was in high school!! I am well known for my *robust and hearty* laugh among my circle of friends....everyone tells me they love it and that its contagious...but I think my teachers in hs hated it!!! Once I would start laughing, everyone would start too, and it used to drive the teachers nuts! LOL!!!

 

[FrekeChild]

HS was one of those "wanna be liberal" Catholic institutions, where our uniform consisted of khaki or black pants, khaki or black skirts that were no more than 2 inches above the knee, and white polos or button down shirts. Also, for Seniors we got to vote on the extra color of shirt we got to wear. The senior class before us got blue, but we ended up talking the administration into *any* color because we were so *cool*.

I should mention here that one of my classes throughout my 4 years of HS was being a "Counseling Aide" and that out Vice Principal was my vice principal in elementary school, and was kind of friends with my mom when I was really young. So I had connections all over the place.

I used notes from the other counseling aides to get out of class if I didn't want to be there, because the counseling office trumped going to class. Not sure why...

I never did homework if I could avoid it. And procrastinated if I couldn't. I got extensions all over the place too. And I was told that I never applied myself, but I don't remember anyone who really did.

There was the first week of October of my senior year (this was 3 years after the inception of the dress code-and being a lawyers daughter, exploited the loose wording of said dress code) and it was homecoming week, and the administration had given us permission to wear black jeans along with any other black/gold shirt that had the school logo on it. This was right after the first Matrix movie came out.

I, and two of my friends, wore tight black pleather jeans.

The admins were not amused. I had talked my friends into it because it did not say, "denim" jeans in the guidelines we were given.

I was able to argue this point to Mrs. R (principal) and being that she was the head counselor (and my personal one) my freshman year, and she let us get away with it.

Then came my Business Law Mock Trial in the winter. We were allowed to dress *down* and wear business attire. My dad took me out and bought me some suits and some other nice business-y clothes. Including a black skirt with red pinstripes, and a blood red velvet v-neck shirt. Well the skirt was about 7 inches above my knee and the day I wore it and the red shirt, I got called into the VPs office for an unrelated matter and she asked, "Does that skirt fit the length guidelines of the dress code?" me-"No." her- "Ok, well anyone that questions you about it, tell them you've already talked to me about it." me- "Ok." her-"Now where were we?" Heh heh heh...

Speaking of that unrelated matter-it had to do with me questioning my current Religion teacher's practices. He pushed Communism on us, he forced us to pay some amount of money each month to support some political cause, and every day we watched a movie and had to answer yes or no questions and explain them. I refused and wrote yes or no and then a couple words about why. He didn't like that, apparently he wanted at least a paragraph and I called him on all of his curriculum issues. We ended up having a meeting after school with at least one representative from each of his 6 classes and the admins, and the end results had to do with him changing his whole curriculum for the next semester.

There is more, but thats enough for now...

So I'll just say I spent my 4 years questioning authority and haven't stopped since then.

 

[perry]

Date: 3/2/2008 12:26:09 AM
Author:strmrdr
Mine was sleeping in math class, when the teacher would see I was taking a nap and call on me and ask me to solve the problem that was on the board and I''d look at it and give the answer off the top of my head and go back too sleep.
One the second day of class wrote out an algebra problem that took up the entire chalk board 2 lines deep then woke me to answer it. My answer was abdef all equaled 0 and g=1 c=1 and it solved out. Took me about 2 min. too solve it.
Which wasn''t the answer she expected but it was right(she messed up when she copied it too the board) LOL
that was the most fun day I ever had in a math class.
After that she left me alone.

Yea I was the rebel LOL

I was not exactly a rebel... But the one teacher I really drove nuts in highschool (to the point that they quit after 1 semester) was from my reading science fiction in a math class (advanced algebra or something) - during the scheduled class study periods...

New teacher just out of college; first job. Spent 2/3 of the class on going over problems from previous homework and new material. The last 1/3 of the class was our class study time - and to get started on our homework - and ask for help if needed.

I would just pull out a science fiction book and read it. I always had my homework done the next day - it was always right, and I got straight A''s on all quizes and test.

You could just see his exazberation level go up evertime I pulled out a science fiction book and started reading it (5 days a week).

That teacher quit after one semester. Told his fellow teachers he could not handle dealing with students who read science fiction every day in his class - and got A''s.

Storm... we must share something in common - except I was rarely tired enough to need sleep during the day.

Onto college was the stage for the next "event." First off, most of my college professors told me that the appreaciated me because I kept them on their toes... (and I really challanged some of them).

But, the event that I head people talking about for years was in my second semester calculus class (the 5 credit one for engineers, scientist, and math majors - 3 semesters of 5 credits each).

This is a large lecture hall - seating in the range of 400 students. 6 blackboards (2 high, 3 wide).

I always sit in the front on one side (all of my classes).

About half way through this lecture I raise my hand to ask a question about the derivation the professor is doing (something I was known for); and ask if he has not made a mistake as the equation goes like so... at this point. He responds no - it goes like this. I object...

After a few minute I jump up on the stage and start writing and deriving equations on one side of classroom - and the professor is deriving them on the other side discussing how this subject goes... and why you assume this or that - and why you can do this transformation or that one, etc.

This goes on for over a half an hour as we debate points and issues with the derivation... with him insisting that I am wrong and I am insisting that he is wrong (in front of about 400 other students).

When the class is over about 6 TA''s descend on the Professor and tell him that he''s really going to have to do something... becasue I was right - and it was obvious to anyone who could follow the derivation.

The next lecture the professor comes in and nicely does a new derivation and points out where he made the mistake on the previous lecture and finishes up to the place where I had properely derived the equations out to in the previous lecture.... all without looking at me once and with a straight face.

Interestingly, it did not change how we treated me in class - and if anything I may have gained some respect from him...

A few years later - as I was in higher level engineering and I had just learned that their was a cute math trick to solve a certain series of problems (but I did not know how it worked) I ran into him in the Univeristy Bookstore. We said hi to each other, and I asked if he had a minute... and asked him about that math technique. His face lighted up and he started explaining how it worked right there, and scribling on a pad of paper he was buying. Cool.

The other students though... Lets just say that there was a huge range of reactions to a guy who was willing to jump up on stage and take control of a blackboard and challange the professor... I heard comments on it for years (usually when a new professor or new student showed up and they would be told about me - some of those people would then ask me if it was true..).

Lets face it... I''ve not normal in some ways... but I have fun.

Perry

 

[Kaleigh]

I guess I loved getting them off topic and loved talking amongst my friends. I wasn''t too bad in school, just your typical kid who was bored and had been at the school since kindergarten. By 9th grade, they knew my tricks and I knew theirs. I was vocal, loved challenging them. One thing I was known for I guess by my math teacher, Mr. Brown, was asking to be excused to go to the ladies room. He knew I didn''t go, I was out in the halls chatting away. One day he decided to follow me!!

I got to the bathroom door, and he was right behind me, I said you''re not coming in are you??? LOL, he turned bright read and stomped off.

 

[Elmorton]

I was chatty and never did my homework. In HS, one of my teachers stopped my mom in the hallway (oh yes, Mom taught at my HS also) and told her that her daughter "didn''t have her priorities in order" because I''d just aced an exam, but due to my lack of missed work, my grade was lower than my classmates (believe it or not, in this class, that meant I was getting a B). My mom said "I disagree - her priorities are her family, her church, her friends, and then school. I don''t think there''s anything wrong with that!"

I always try to keep that in mind, as I''m now a teacher Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...I will say this though - I don''t know WHY, when people find out that I teach, they begin to tell me their WORST habits/problems as students. Yes, I was a horribly behaved student too, but when you tell me your offenses, I make judgements! I guess I can thank my lucky stars that I didn''t go into ministry....

 

[777_LDY]

We used to smoke in the bathrooms all the time but occasionally for laughs we would blow the smoke in balloons, then pop them under the stairwells and run...

 

[eks6426]

I remember a couple form high school:

I had a teacher that transferred between schools and my class was the first class of the day for her in my school. One time I organized the entire class to hide out and even got the principal involved. She got there and there was a note from the principal saying that the entire class had called in sick. We pulled a lot of pranks on that teacher.

Geometry class I remember a question at the beginning of the year along the lines of "Prove ABC is a right angle" I taped my protractor to the paper and wrote "I measured it...check it for yourself."

College:

In college I HATED accounting...especially balance sheet stuff. So, I remember taking a test where we had to put items into the "credit" or "debit" side of the balance sheet. I did it with a penny...heads it went to credit and tails it went to debit. I did this for the entire test. Drove the guy crazy. How I got out of that class with a decent grade I have no idea.

Like emph I used to correct the teacher and argue my point in college. I was really good at research and could usually justify my answers. That trait has definitely come back to haunt me because my 10 year old is really good at it already. My mom just laughs!

 

[somethingshiny]

This is so funny! Great topic, Storm!

For 3 years, I sat on my Spanish teacher's podium. I couldn't help myself, I'd be up talking in Spanish in front of the class and always seemed to climb up the podium and use it as my "high and mighty" stool. She couldn't stand it.

In another class, we used to take a small guy and put him under a podium to freak out the teacher. he'd tap on it or make odd noises. one day, we decided to put a slightly bigger guy under it. No sooner had the teacher walked into the room than the kid had a claustrophobic attack and broke out the podium trying to get out.

In study hall, my boy friends and I would just up and leave into another room.

In my hours of math classes (all 4 of my morning classes during my SR year were held in the basement, all 4 were math/physics classes) I would lie on a table in the back of the room and read a book. The first time I did it, the teacher got pretty peeved, but when he asked me for the answer and I gave it to him correctly, he learned to leave me alone.

And, the best was my notes. I wrote my own notes all the time and signed my mom's name. Then I printed out generic notes and just handed them in when I felt the need for a vacation day. I turned 18 in the middle of my Sr year, and my parents weren't exactly "involved" in my schooling. If I didn't want to go to school, I'd write myself a note and sign my own name.

I had this PE teacher who was a total jerk. We were his first class. I couldn't respect him because he just wasn't useful. We would go down to the track during class and he would yell at me to run, Literally YELL! "I want to see you run!" So, I yelled back, "You get paid! You fantasize!"

I had a knee injury my Sr year and i didn't want to participate in PE one day, the teacher demanded a note signed by my mother. I went home and told my mom about it. We drafted a short story about a catastrophe that happened in our house in which I was the savior and saved my baby sister's life, and sustaining the knee injury. There were parts for each member of my family and each person signed it, including my baby sister who wrote her name as "pie". The teacher sent me to the office with my note. The principal placed it on the bulletin board and excused me from PE.


Sorry for the novel, it just brought back so many memories!

 

[Linda W]

Maisie,

I am so sorry that happened to you. I am giving you a big hug.

I talked a lot in my classes, yak yak yak yak. I still do talk a lot. At my high school reunion, last September, we had fun talking about getting kicked out of class for talking. In my senior year, I knew I was going to graduate, so I really didn''t care then.

Linda

 

[pennquaker09]

I suppose I never had any issues because I was at the top of the class. However, I was really good at passing notes.

 

[Deelight]

I think in high school I was really lucky I had teachers that even though I was little sheeet loved me and would back me up 110% even over other teachers and even if I was in the wrong, mainly because they knew I was a good kid having a tough moment, plus no matter how much trouble I was in I refused to lie. Unfortunately I also had teachers who should have never been in that profession due to their unprofessionalism, inability to teach, and vindictivenesses (sheer evil people who think making a teenagers life hell is constructive) should have never been let into a classroom. Those I mainly annoyed by talking, giving them instructions on how they should teach, disrupt class amongst other things, refusing to speak French in French class .


It is actually because of these teachers I decided at the stage I wanted to teach to be like the good ones (I''m still getting there need to finish that degree )


I meet a one of those vindictive teachers and a few of her staff buddies about a decade later who decided to gang up on me in the staff room with a verbal assault which I refused to participate in and and at the end of it was nice to know that even if they had not grown up at least I had.