June 6, 2006

Math Madness

Filed under: My Life — happychick @ 6.38p06

I've never had a problem with teachers before. I'm not one of those snotty little brats who "have a problem with authority". When I was in Year 7 I was a bit of a rebel, but I always had respect for my teachers. That is why my outburst today shocked even me.

My Maths teacher is a small, anorexic-looking gypsy woman with a dyke-do (Sandra!). Since Pete and I got together, I have felt that she has been quite biased against me. Now, a bit of self-reflection here- I have never been very strong at Maths. I was aware that this could just be a ploy to have a reason to dislike the teacher of my most despised subject.

But no! She is nasty to me. Nasty, biased, quite content with making an example of me- she called me an "idiot", she refuses to let Pete and I sit within 2 metres of each other, she's just really, really mean. And I'm not paranoid. Random kids in my class say that she has become increasingly horrible towards me. I felt like Harry Potter stuck in Snapes' dungeon.

Well, this tension has been building up over the past month or so. Today I cracked. We all walked in, chatting and the like, and sat down. "____ (me)- you can move over there. I haven't got time for this today". I was like, huh? Don't move anyone else, really. But I moved, albeit seething. Then, Mr Maco said something altogether Mr Maco-ish. "How come the sunlight comes through that window and not this one?" he asked. Her reaction was totally unacceptable (at least, that's my opinion).

"I'm calling your parents tonight."

Pete said "why? because he asked a question?". "I tell you what, you can stay behind after school with me and talk about the sunlight, if you like" she said. Her tone was so… patronising. It made my blood boil. "Sorry, miss", Maco replied. That should've been it. The whole incident should have been over. But she didn't let it go.

" You always ask stupid questions. I'm calling your parents, how dare you disrupt the class? I don't have time for this" she ranted.

I had had enough. I couldn't sit there and listen to her verbally bash anyone, let alone my friend, like this.

"Miss, he gets it" I interjected. At the time, I didn't realize I had said it aloud. Her reply made it clear that I had. "Excuse me?!" she bellowed (I say bellowed because, though I have never had anyone bellow at me before, this is surely what it was like.

"He gets it" I repeated, wavering. "Excuse me?!"she exclaimed once again, fury in her eyes. My voice began to break. "Would you like me to repeat myself for a third time?". I know it was cheeky. I know it was rude. But I hate people who repeat themselves. It annoys me. "How dare you speak to me like that?" I was on the verge of tears. Everyone's eyes were on me. I was going red. "He said sorry. He apologized, and you're still at him. I don't get it". My voice was cracking with each syllable, a ball rising up in my throat. " I do not have to justify myself to you!" she went on. Me, unable to choke out anything else due to the fact that I would cry, shot her what I hoped was a dirty look and turned, red-faced, back to my book.

I began to cry. As I always do. I had tried to be brave and stick up for my mate, but I had just looked weak. The tears came, silntly and steadily. I was humiliated.

I came home and told Mum (altering the story slightly to edit my outburst). She rang Miss Math. I have to go and see her tomorrow. I will cry. I will not appear nonchalant, I will not be indifferent. I will cry, and shame myself. I will be beaten by the midget Math lady, and possibly chucked into detention. Sigh. It will suck.



  1. Be honest with your Mum about your outburst and ask her to go with you to your meeting. Ms Math needs her ass kicked. I’ll catch an SST over and do it for you!

    Comment by Sandra — June 6, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  2. Mom is right, screw that crazy bitch. Tell your Mum the truth and let her handle yer psycho nutjob teacher. She is prolly just mad cause you are good looking, young and have a boyfriend and she doesn’t. 😀

    Comment by The Bastard — June 6, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  3. I have gone to bat (literally) more than once at school for my kids. 😀

    Comment by Sandra — June 6, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  4. happychick sticking up for a mate is something really brave,im so proud of you. it’s not really important whether yo cried or not. wish yer maths teacher lived here , then may be one day a snowplow run over her. accidents are possible , right? btw there must be winter, dont yo have snowplow?
    ps: dont forget to attach yer mom to yerself tomorrow

    Comment by Hell Boy — June 6, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  5. hehe.. she came looking for me today during our home room class, but I was at yet another dunb-ass meeting. lol.
    Keith- we don’t get know here. it’s the middle of winter right now and it’s 29 degrees celcius. 🙂

    Comment by happychick — June 7, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  6. She’s a total bitch! I’ve seen teachers like that before and she’s acting out her own insecurities. My parents would never back me against a teacher but I have a feeling if you’re honest with your mum she’ll support you.

    Comment by Mr Angry — June 7, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  7. this is going to sound mean but that’s one of the funniest stories i’ve heard in a while beside the whole crying part! i’ve experienced many simmilar stories don’t worry about it lol

    Comment by A — June 7, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  8. You’ve got it Mr A. 🙂
    As for you “A”- go home.

    Comment by happychick — June 8, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  9. Sorry to hear about that incident. You’ve captured it well in writing — excellent pacing, suspense, and poignant and honest emotion at the end. I’m impressed.

    Your “outburst” is understandable — you had a vested interest in your boyfriend, true, but you were also railing against something you honestly felt to be unjust. There’s something noble in that. And I think you suspect it, from the way you’ve written your piece. Yes, you may have appeared weak … but in the end you were acting out of strength. Affirm the positive, try to work on the cheekiness next time. 😉

    We can all relate to this — which is why your ability to capture it in writing is all the better. Nice job.

    Comment by the forester — June 9, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  10. Well thankyou. 🙂 Sandra said you were an English teacher.

    Comment by happychick — June 9, 2006 @ 6.38p06

  11. Yeah, I didn’t mean to get too Englishy on you. Just wanted you to know that your writing is extremely readable, with a great sense of voice. I definitely appreciate that, especially as it’s such a rare thing to find in a blog!

    Comment by the forester — June 10, 2006 @ 6.38p06

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