by
faffajane
@ 29/08/06 - 20:16:28
There was I at high school, my favourite subjects was history and music, and I always wanted to teach.
Now all the way through school I fought for everything I wanted to do. I was never the brightest student, neither was I the slowest, but just average, you know the type of kid that has to think things through and it takes a while for things to click or make sense in ones brain!
So all the way through school I was being told I was too stupid to do O level Maths, too stupid to do A levels, and really "you won't be a teacher, you are not bright enough, why don't you work in a nursery instead?"
Now one part of me can understand why they had this attitude. Up until the year I started at the school they had been a Grammar school with very good examination scores. They were forced by the LEA to change to Secondary status so anyone who was not the cream of the crop so to speak could potentially affect their good scores. I had to sit an exam to get into the school so must have passed it to get in, so couldn't have been that bad!
So I set out to prove otherwise. I did do O level maths and though it wasn't a great pass I passed. I went on to do A level history and A level music. When I was doing O level history, my teacher, Mr Brown, told me I was too bright to be in his class, so he used to let me go and practise my clarinet and all I had to do was go and get my assignments from him once a week and complete them the following week. I passed, one of the highest marks in the school, then went to do my A level history.
Got through my first year of A level and really enjoyed it, however found European history a little difficult as up until then all I had been taught was English history. The second year was spent combining English history with European history and the development of America.
I had three teachers for each one of these seperate parts of history. The one who taught English History, Mr H, was my biggest problem, it was obvious from the start we were never going to get on. Essays were marked down because he didn't agree with what I wrote and when I challaneged him about it his standard response was that I hadn't quoted my sources properly. Now I admit, that could have been the problem but when other members of the class had done less then me and not quoted sources but got higher grades, I began to think that things were suspicious.
so one day we were set the essay to prove if Richard III had or had not killed the princes in the tower.
I studied and read up on everything I could. I completed my essay, quoting sources, and referencing everything then handed it in. It came back with a big red D on it. His words were that I obviously didn't know my subject very well and it insulted his intelligence reading it.
It turns out that he supports the idea that Richard III killed the princes in the tower and I supported the idea that he hadn't. Undettered I asked him to read through it again knowing that someone else in class had written in a similar style to me and had got a B on her paper. He refused.
So I did something that i had never done before. I went to speak to my teacher I had for my O level History and asked him to read the paper. He took it away, made a few comments then told me he though I was being treated unfairly, that it didn't deserve a D at all. He took it away and asked another member of the History staff to have a look at it who agreed that while I wouldn't get an A for it, certainly should have been awarded no lower than a B.
Mr H accused me of going behind his back. In front of the whole class he called me a waste of space and that I would never ever amount to anything in life, that I was stupid and thick and obviously thought I was superior to everyone else.
I picked up my things and walked out. I had had enough.
I phoned my music teacher and explained to her what had happened, my head of year didn't want to know, and as one never ever saw the headteacher as she locked herself in her office, there was no point going to her.
I went home and vowed never to go back.
I never did take my A levels - one part of me wished I had done my music exam, but life is too short for regrets so I don't dwell on it.
I didn't become a teacher. I got a full time job where I was working parttime, then went into libraries. I had a chance of going to study at Uni through a work related scheme, but missed out as they pulled names out of a hat to fund it and 4 of us were going for 3 places. I did well in it though, due to short staf worked as a childrens librarian then in a library at the local college. After I had my children I qualified as a playworker/nursery teacher and now I do work in school as a Teaching Assistant where I am constantly asked by my colleagues to train as a teacher because they know I am capable of it.
However at 40 decided it wasn't for me, too much hassle being a teacher nowadays and would have to study for four years - as much as hubby would support me I don't think it is fair on him to put up with the tantrums of me studying and the paperwork involved once qualified.
So there it is, especially for you Ethelred, my argument with a history teacher that caused me to walk out of school!