According to my dictionary, the word refers both to the church where a hermit lives and to the person him or herself; I have seen it used to refer to the location in English-language novels (written in English by English or American people, not translated). And the hermit-person took it quite well, thank you, she loves visitors. Most hermit-persons in Spain do, as it is their job and vocation to take care of the hermit-church and have it available for visits.
Her aim was a little off.
Is this really cruel or is my understanding of the word is different? At best, this is a diagnosis that teacher should be making, no?
What I found cruel was when our 4th year Computer Science college Management Science professor declared: “There are 40 of you but I can effectively work with only 25. Talk among yourselves and decide which 25 are going to be present at my lectures. Please note that I don’t accept skipping class for any reason so if you do, you’ll be banned for the rest of the year”.
Next week, 22 showed up.
It was one of the best educational experiences in my life.
Well to be fair, she did make that message very clear, so she’s qualified to teach the course I suppose.
I am very curious about what you actually learned in the class.
If it is a legitimate diagnosis, the teacher should not be telling anyone but the girl herself and her parents about it. Telling everybody in the class isn’t cool.
Got it. I’d refer to the location as a hermitage, not a hermit.
If only one of the guys had stood up and said “Fuck you bitch. How’s that for interpersonal communication?!”
And lazy isn’t a diagnosis, it’s a value judgment. Something like ADHD might be a diagnosis, but it wouldn’t be one that a teacher would be qualified to make.
That’s what I used to use before seeing it in a couple of “no way this guy chose the wrong word” novels, but hermitage sounds to me more like it would be “an area where hermits live”, one of those ancient monasteries where you had each monk living in his own little cave (say, the Monasterio de Suso de San Millán de la Cogolla… the “new” monastery, or Monasterio de Yuso dSMdlC is the normal kind), rather than like “a small church that’s not in a town”. The dictionary gives “monastery” as one of the definitions of “hermitage”, but doesn’t specify “monastery where monks are isolated rather than in community”, further confusing things.
I walked out of school and never returned after a teacher told me I was worthless and always would be. I had fallen asleep in class after working all night at some fast food restaurant. My mother had been very ill for a long time and I was the only one making any money. I was doing everything I could to pay our bills and stay in school but what he said was just another ugly comment in a long line of them I’d heard in 10 years of going to that school.
Several teachers thought it “inspiring” to let me know I was a let-down after teaching my wonderful big brother. When I was in elementary school I was in CLUE, a class for children with high IQs. My regular ed. teacher was always making cracks about Miss Smartypants didn’t deserve to be in that class. She acted like she hated me and I never really knew why. I was so shy and passive I couldn’t have offended her that badly.
Adults have no idea how their off-hand comments can affect children.
When I was in high school. (a long time ago in a…) Anyway we were supposed to take TYPING class in 10th grade. Yes this was B.C. before computers. For some reason I didn’t. I think I was in stage band that period. So the next year, we have to write term papers for English class, well, we have to type them. I didn’t know nuthin about no typing. I didn’t know what double spaced meant. So my single spaced paper was a few pages short, I thought and so on and so forth.
So when she is handing out papers to a different class she goes on and on about the [echo] "WORST TERM PAPER EVER!!! [/echo] and she dropped enough hints that everyone knew it was me. (or maybe she just told them) By the time I had English class in 5th period everyone in the school knew I got an F on it.
I took typing the next year when it fit into my schedule. (because there was no more stage band)
I did a similar thing to a history teacher, moved from school A to school B, at school A I’d read a book about whatever historical figure it was (In no longer remember or care whom), at school B the history teacher did a module (or whatever they called it) on said historical personage. Since I already knew ‘everything’ about this person, I wasn’t paying full attention.
History teacher got very angry that I wasn’t sitting up straight paying proper attention and started asking me questions on what he’d been talking about, and I got every answer correct without pause or hesitation.
He hated me from then on.
At a school in England that I attended for a year, I’d a teacher who loved to tell Irishman jokes (in which the Irishman is portrayed as stupid), I wouldn’t laugh at these ‘jokes’ and he’d mock the hell out of me for not having a sense of humour, so I stopped paying attention in his class, and my work suffered. Oh he took such delight in mocking my test scores. At a parent teacher evening he met my parents and my reluctance to laugh at his jokes suddenly became clear. As did the knowledge that the 6ft4in guy in 6th year, who has anger management issues, was my older brother.
He was a helluva a lot more polite to me after that…
as an aside I always wondered why we had the most terrible teachers and why they weren’t fired. Not only it was cuz of teacher unions, but I had no idea til later there was tenure in grammer school!!!
Anyways, I had a ninth grade teacher was an excellent at teaching/lectures but just really racist. One time the class was grouped into different tables in a room for some special meeting and my classmates who sat with me…they were all Indian. I was not (I’m Thai) and they were chatting about something (the meet hadn’t started yet). Then our teacher went to our table and exclaimed, “I didn’t know you Indians talked so much!”
And another time, she made a joke about chinks, “not Chinese men, but a chink in a wall”
It would be a riot if she read all this, but I think she’s dead. She looked old for 1994. Or shacked up in a nursing home. Shrugs.
Not sure if I read it on this board, but wasn’t there a teacher who said (in 1977) to the girls in his class, “I dunno why you want to further your education, you’re going to leave anyway when you get married.”
A few weeks ago I called in sick, and our principal ended up subbing for my class. (I work at a tiny “boutique” academy in Seoul, and my class is only three students - one boy and two girls.)
When I come back, the words “potential out” is scribbled in red pen next to one of my student’s names in the attendance folder. At first I had no idea what this was supposed to mean. Then I asked my students how the last class went. “The principal said Jay looks like he gets bullied a lot in school!” the girls told me. They thought it was hilarious. “He said Jay was totally weird.”
I was really annoyed. I always make it a point in class to emphasize to my students that they shouldn’t be rude to each other, and then the freakin’ principal comes in and insults one of my students to get a cheap laugh.
The teacher I referred to in the OP was more of an actor than a teacher; for all I knew he majored in fine arts in college. (He was the drama teacher.) He lasted just the one year at my high school, and the rumor is that he had been getting a little too familiar and personal with some of the girls in his classes.
When he announced the grade status, there were only three students in that class whose work was satisfactory: A pretty blond girl who was on the drill team, and two ordinary guys. I was one of the ordinary guys.
Mr. Goff. 11th grade history. If there is a hell, I hope he’s there getting red-hot pokers shoved up his ass on a routine basis.
He played favorites, and if you weren’t on his sweet list, you were on his shit list. When he started in on me, I totally shut down. I would sit in the back of the class and not say a word. I wouldn’t do homework and I’d turn in test papers with just my name on them.
Finally, after a semester of hell, he teed off on me right before finals and asked if it were even possible for me to be more lazy or stupid. I snapped and replied that my performance in class was in direct proportion to how big an asshole he was as a person and how incompetent he was as a teacher. I then picked up my books, walked out and went to study hall. Needless to say, I caught huge amounts of hell over that.
The following year, I was at another school and took great joy in hearing that he had been fired halfway through the fall semester for having some hanky-panky with one of the girls on his sweet list.
Teacher: You never do any damn work.
Kid: What did you say?
Teacher: You never do anything.
Kid: I do, too! Ask my teacher! I’m passing two classes! [kid had previously been failing all of them]
Teacher: Sit down.
Kid <muttering>: F— you, faggot. <goes back to seat>
Teacher: You’re a little jerk.
Kid: WHAT?
Teacher: I SAID, you’re a little jerk.
Kid: Man, f— you, n-----!
This was a recent interaction between a student of mine and another teacher. The student wasn’t punished for his behavior because the teacher said “damn” and called him a jerk in front of his friends. I saw the whole thing, but before I could reach the two, the damage had been done. Since my boss is best friends with this teacher, nothing will come of it, but it’s pretty common place for the teacher to nag on the kids like that. Here’s another one I witnessed:
Kid asks a Geometry question. It’s about a formula and I want to make sure we’re doing it right, so he asks Teacher #2 to come over.
Teacher: It’s just common sense…nevermind…that’s not actually used around here.
Keep in mind that the kid who raised his hand never gets in trouble and is sitting on As and Bs right now. It was totally unnecessary. I work in an alternative ed center where kids do most of their work on the computer, so sometimes I’m asked about stuff that’s outside of my content area. I HATE asking Teacher #2 for help, but he’s better at math than I am. I can’t believe he said that, though.
I think it’s the little repetitive dick moves that really gets kids down.
Another teacher slam a kid up against a brick wall and call him a ‘punk ass n----’. It was heavily suggested that he resign from his job.
Let’s see…for me, I think something that was hurtful is when a teacher would accuse me of being on drugs because of how I looked at her. I have a lazy eye that was more pronounced when I was younger, so it was extremely embarrassing. I hated her.
Wow! These sories are horrific! I thought it was bad enough that my kids’ music teacher screams at them all the time and makes the girls cry. I’ve told my girls I hope that they stand up to him rather than let him make them cry.
As a parent I can’t do much about him because he actually likes my kids but other parents have been to the principal and nothing gets done. One girl actually taped him screaming at the kids and nothing was done. He actually confronted her in class as having been the child who squealed on him and often jokes that another parent tried to get him fired that day.
There was a girl in my third grade homeroom who was something of a hypochondriac, or so it seemed. She was constantly trying to go to the nurse for one ailment or another. Then one day, while we were all quietly reading at our desks, she went up to the teacher and whispered something. The teacher replied, loud so the class would hear, “No, you may not continue your affair with the nurse!” Thankfully, the girl survived the humiliation and is alive and well today, as far as I can tell from Facebook.
Then there was my 7th grade English teacher, Mr. Williams. When he wasn’t teaching English, he was an umpire at Cincinnati Reds games. Anyway, his favorite phrase (and bear in mind this was in 1997) was “I’m gonna take ya out back and shoot ya.” Forgot your homework? “I’m gonna take ya out back and shoot ya.” Refer to the class as “Language Arts”, which was the official name, rather than English? “I’m gonna take ya out back and shoot ya.” Refer to films as movies or videos (what this pet peeve of his had to do with English class, I’ll never know, he made sure to tell us that if we did, he would…) “Take ya out back and shoot ya.” His was a class of rote memorization of the parts of speech, flunked tests on diagramming sentences, and a general smackdown of any last love of learning any of us had.