| | Ah, where to begin! So MANY events come to mind:
1. First grade: I liked to read. I didn't have the slightest desire to "socialize" with my classmates, since I was reading -- and doing reports on -- books like George Orwell's 1984, and Charles Dickens, while the other kids were still learning to add 2+2. Anyway, that absurd bitch of a "teacher" they had always forced me to "interact" with my "peers" whether I wanted to, or not. (Mind you, these were the same kids to kicked my ass routinely). also, she would yell "EAT! EAT" at me, in the shrill voice of hers. (As a result of this sort of thing, I used to NOT "eat" very much at all, until I got married two years ago. Hell, I'm 5'9", and weighed 99 lbs.)
2. The school did an IQ test on me in first grade: I scored 12th-Grade (entry college) level on reading/comprehension/history etc, and GRADE LEVEL ("age-appropriate") on the math section. In other words, because there was actually something I was "normal" in, they stuck me in the "remedial section". But here's the kicker: I was in the "gifted" section for a third of the day, the "resource room" for ANOTHER third of the day, and with my so-called "peers" the rest of the time. Result: THREE seperate groups of kids to get my ass kicked by.
3. I was finally able to actually LEARN MATH after I QUIT and got my GED. (The wonderful, benevolent "public school" didn't want to "over-tax" me by actually teaching me math.) It took me 3 months LEARNING ON MY ONW, to be able to get enough algebra to pass the COLLEGE entrance exams with a halfway-decent grade. (So much for the benevolent hand of the STATE!)
4. I am fairly nearsighted. As a result of this, my school made the usual (half-assed) attempts at "helping me", which always just got in my way. If I wanted something, I just WENT for it. People could never figure out if I was a "braniac" or a "retard", or just a "four-eyes." basically, I learned the inner workings of the HERD MENTALITY from the time I was 6 years old. "Public schools" are a joke: they should all be burnt to the ground. They don't give a damn about "educating". It's all about cliques and "popularity". It's all "image", and it makes me want to vomit.
Oh yeah, there was also all of that "share with the class" bullshit, AND the fact that I got detention for actually fighting back when somebody tried to kick my ass.
It's pretty damned bad when I could get straight-A's by cutting more classes one marking period, just so I didn't get my ass kicked, and could STUDY.
Hmm, "social studies" was a hoot, too: we got to learn about certain, highly-censored portrayals of "Noble savages" -- tribal populations from new guinea and suchlike. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against New guineans, or even about primitive folks in general, but I don't see how they should be held up as exemplary of what we all should strive for.
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