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A Good Teacher Will Make You Feel Heard

, , , , , | Learning | June 9, 2021

I’m twelve and in the seventh grade. I’m deaf and wear hearing aids. My science teacher is out sick, and we have a substitute. I’m sitting at the front of the class.

The substitute approaches me.

Substitute: “[My Name], headphones aren’t permitted during school.”

Me: *Confused* “What? I don’t have headphones.”

Substitute: “You have them in right now!”

Me: “These are my hearing aids.”

Substitute: “TAKE. THEM. OUT.”

Me: “I can’t. I need them to hear.”

Substitute: “NOW!”

Me: “No.”

The substitute rips my hearing aids out and stomps them. I start crying, both from the pain of having my hearing aids wrenched from my ears and from anger. Another student stands up.

Classmate: “Those were his hearing aids, you motherf*****!”

Substitute: “Office. Now.”

The student went to the office and returned with the vice-principal in about five minutes. The whole class was yelling at the substitute, and I was sitting there bawling.

The vice-principal sent the substitute out, regained control of the class, and comforted me. At the end of the day, the substitute was fired, the district paid to get my $3,000 hearing aids replaced, and the student who stood up for me was awarded $5 at the student store.


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Whistle While You Don’t Work

, , , , | Right | June 28, 2021

I work for a well-known retail store. My position requires a black polo with my name and the company logo embroidered on it and black pants. My favorite band has just released a new CD exclusively sold at a retail chain known for their red polos and khakis. I am very sweet while at work, but I have a very short tolerance for rude customers, and I am NOT very nice when I am off the clock. I am browsing the other store’s music department after work.

A customer whistles sharply. I ignore him, as I am there with a purpose. The customer whistles again. I finally look up.

Me: “Sorry, did you need something?”

Customer: “About d*** time! They pay you to just stand around and ignore customers?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but one I don’t work here, and two, I’m not a dog, but if you whistle at me like one again, I will be a b****.”

Customer: “How dare you?! I’ll have your job for this, you f****** c***! Manager! Now!”

Me: “You’re welcome to go find him, sir, but I’m afraid you won’t find him here. As I said, I don’t work here.”

The man storms off and returns after a few minutes with a very confused-looking manager.

Customer: “There! That’s the one that swore at me and refused me service!”

Manager: “She doesn’t—”

Customer: “What are you going to do about her? This is terrible customer service! I want her fired!”

The manager and I exchange a glance and a slight shrug, while the customer stands there in his own self-righteous fury.

Manager: “All right…” *squints to read my name on my shirt* “…[My Name]. This is the last straw. Follow me to my office.”

I followed the manager away while the customer stood with his arms crossed, looking very content with himself. The manager pulled me into his office, apologized for the inconvenience, thanked me for playing along, “fired me,” and offered me a $20 store gift card. In the end, I walked out without paying for my CD and had enough left to buy a candy bar, too! Thank you, rude man!

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Touching My Hat Will Make You See Red

, , , , , , | Friendly | July 2, 2021

When I was about nine years old, I had a massive hay fever flare-up after playing in a meadow all day. In addition to other symptoms, my eyeballs swelled up and went red. I didn’t have any sunglasses at the time, so the next day my mother took me into the nearby village to buy some. I wore a baseball cap pulled down low over my eyes to hide them.

It is regarded as rude by some people for a man or boy to keep his hat on when indoors, and as we walked into the shop, a complete stranger decided that he would teach me a lesson by taking my hat off for me. I reflexively looked up at him with my swollen, red eyes.

I’ve never seen a person leave a place so quickly in my life. Apparently, he didn’t think that there might be some reason why I kept my hat on — until he saw those eyes.

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He’s Doing A Crappy Job Protecting His Kid

, , , , , | Right | July 8, 2021

At one of my old hotels, I was sometimes literally the only person working on the PM shift. One night in the summer, a guest came in.

Guest: “Someone took their baby into the pool with them and the baby had an accident.”

I ran out and asked all the other people to get out of the pool. The pool was outside and next to a BBQ area, so the guests eating inquired what was going on, and when I told them, they immediately helped me get their kids out of the pool. Good guests — not bothering me, and giving me space to clean. They even asked if they could stay in the BBQ area.

I got the pool skimmer and pulled the poop out, and then I called my maintenance man to see what chemicals to put in the pool to clean it. I put up signs saying the pool was closed and even put yellow caution signs in front of both ladders entering the pool itself. All the while, I was hoping that the phone wouldn’t ring or a guest wouldn’t come to check in since, again, I was the only person working there.

I finally got it all done and went back inside, but then I heard a splash. I ran out and a kid had cannonballed into the pool, with his dad standing there watching.

I probably wasn’t calm but screamed and pointed when I came out to tell the dad to get his kid out of the pool. Ignoring signs and letting his kid swim with poop? Sigh.

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The Teacher Did Not See That Coming

, , , , , , | Learning | July 3, 2021

My family moved from a small, traditional island community to a bustling city when I was really young because my parents were offered an opportunity they couldn’t afford to miss. This meant changing schools, meeting new friends, etc.

It is the first day of secondary school for my older brother, and he is nervous, to say the least. His name is Natsei, pronounced “Nat-say,” but everyone calls him “Nat” or “Nats” to avoid the obvious. He is in his first class of the day, English, where the teacher is doing attendance.

Teacher: “Erm… Mr. [Our Last Name]?”

Brother: *Raises his hand* “Here.”

Teacher: “Could I ask, how do you pronounce your name?”

Brother: “You can call me Nat; a lot of people do to avoid what I know you’re thinking about.”

Teacher: “For future reference, however, how do you pronounce your name?”

Brother: “Nat-Say.”

Teacher: “I bet your parents didn’t think that one through, did they?”

Brother: “Considering that it’s a traditional name handed down through my family, I would say they did.”

The teacher ended up calling him by our last name for the rest of his time in school.

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