The Heights Of Unfair Treatment
(During middle school, I have a science teacher who seems to have some kind of “little man syndrome.” I am already six feet tall in seventh grade, while he is no more than 5’5″, so he targets me. We are doing an in-class assignment. I whisper to my partner, asking a question on the assignment.)
Teacher: “[My Name]! No talking!”
Me: *looks at group of girls loudly discussing their crushes, not focused on the assignment* “What about them?”
Teacher: “Do you want to be sent to the office?”
(I then begin to notice that I am the only student receiving this behavior, regardless of the fact that I’ve never had a problem before, and that I have a 100% in the class. Later in the year he decides to show a movie to the class that relates to genetics. I’ve seen the movie before and I don’t care much for it, and there’s no in-class work or homework assignment related to the movie, so I ask the teacher…)
Me: “Mr. [Teacher], may I go to the library to work on other class work?”
Teacher: “No, you have to stay and watch the movie.”
(Not wanting to argue, I bring a book and some homework to work on. During the movie, I notice other students reading, working on homework, or sleeping, so I do the same.)
Teacher: “[My Name]! Pay attention to the movie!”
(I pay attention for a minute, but begin to work on homework and read.)
Teacher: *comes up from behind and rips the book from my hands, gathering all of my belongings* “You need to pay attention to the movie! Stop being a nuisance!”
Me: “Everyone else is doing something; why aren’t you telling them the same?”
Teacher: “THAT DOES IT! GO TO THE OFFICE NOW, YOU BRAT!”
(I head to the principal in tears and wait for him to see me. After talking on the phone to the teacher, who claimed I was misbehaving and being a nuisance, the principal asks me to tell my side. I tell him everything, through sobs and anger. He tells me that he will call my mother and tell her everything, and that if the teacher does anything else, I am to go see the principal immediately. The next day I am walking to class with my items in hand. The teacher sees me and quickly walks over, then takes everything out of my hands with a smug grin.)
Teacher: “You can have all of this after my class.”
Me: “Okay.”
(I went straight to the principal and told him what happened. He angrily called in the teacher. Five minutes later, my very angry mother came in and went into the principal’s office. Although mostly muffled, I heard the most anger-filled shouts from both my mother and the principal about the teacher’s behavior towards me. When they asked why he was treating me this way, he claimed that he does this to all of his students. Unbeknownst to him, the principal had interviewed many students and teachers who know this teacher, and they claimed that I was the only one receiving this behavior. After the meeting, the teacher went back to his class, white as a ghost. I was moved to a teacher who treated me equally to their other students and I was never bothered again. But seriously, where are you in life where you have to bully a middle school student to feel empowered?)