Well, I just got done my last year of middle school and I gotta say, I am so glad that I don't have to go back there anymore. Now, to give you an idea of how bad this school is, A few years back they had to change the name of the school because it had that bad of a reputation, and parents wouldn't send their students to the school. And if you think that the school would have improved with the name change then you have got another thing coming.
The school has some of the worst teachers ever, not all of them are bad, but most are. I have heard so many horrifying things and witnessed just as many. For example, The teacher I had for french class this past year was lunatic. Now, at the beginning of the year, this teacher was informed that I am very prone to panic attacks because I have some mental problems that I don't feel the need to share. Because of this, she was told that she has to be careful,and if I think I need to leave that she has to let me. Well, one day our class was supposed to have PIF class (Post-intensive french) So we went into the classroom to see that the teacher isn't there. Not knowing what to do we went and sat down in our assigned seats, and waited quietly for the teacher to arrive. It was about 15 minutes into the class when the teacher stormed in with a stack of looseleaf paper. She put a piece down on everyone's desk and then started yelling at people to shut up when no one was talking. she then told us that we had a test that we had to do, and all it was was write the days of the week in order in french, which is a very simple task, but she still kept yelling and treating us like idiots. At this point, I started to freak out but I was too scared to tell the teacher this. about half way through the test my friend started to notice that I was not okay and that I had to leave the room. So she told the teacher for me and all the teacher did was take her test, tell her that she failed for talking, and started to yell at random people in french.
About five minutes later the teacher got up and took everyone's tests. She looked at the first one on the pile, which was completely correct aside from the fact that the days of the week were capitalized (Which is not correct in french) and she failed the whole class, then started to yell in french. By now I had no idea what was going on and started to have a full on panic attack. I was so scared. Then she looked at me and started to yell at me. I couldn't understand what she was saying as all I could think of was how scared I was, and cry. Then she dragged me out of the classroom and started to yell and scream at me, telling me that I was being disrespectful and that I hate all french people, the language, and culture in a hole, which is definitely not true.
Then she left me in the hallway. At this point, I was just a heap of tears. Luckily for me, the guidance counselor was walking by and saw me, and he took me to his office, hid me in there, told me that he was going to talk to the teacher, and then locked the door so that the teacher could not get at me. But five minutes later class ended and in stormed the teacher.
She yelled at me even more and then left. Not wanting to be late for class I left too and went to my next class which fortunately was the last class of the day.
I couldn't speak for the rest of the day after that, all I could think of was the thing that happened, and it was two days before I had the courage to go back to school. Well, I just got done my last year of middle school and I gotta say, I am so glad that I don't have to go back there anymore. Now, to give you an idea of how bad this school is, A few years back they had to change the name of the school because it had that bad of a reputation, and parents wouldn't send their students to the school. And if you think that the school would have improved with the name change then you have got another thing coming.
The school has some of the worst teachers ever, not all of them are bad, but most are. I have heard so many horrifying things and witnessed just as many. For example, The teacher I had for french class this past year was lunatic. Now, at the beginning of the year, this teacher was informed that I am very prone to panic attacks because I have some mental problems that I don't feel the need to share. Because of this, she was told that she has to be careful,and if I think I need to leave that she has to let me. Well, one day our class was supposed to have PIF class (Post-intensive french) So we went into the classroom to see that the teacher isn't there. Not knowing what to do we went and sat down in our assigned seats, and waited quietly for the teacher to arrive. It was about 15 minutes into the class when the teacher stormed in with a stack of looseleaf paper. She put a piece down on everyone's desk and then started yelling at people to shut up when no one was talking. she then told us that we had a test that we had to do, and all it was was write the days of the week in order in french, which is a very simple task, but she still kept yelling and treating us like idiots. At this point, I started to freak out but I was too scared to tell the teacher this. about half way through the test my friend started to notice that I was not okay and that I had to leave the room. So she told the teacher for me and all the teacher did was take her test, tell her that she failed for talking, and started to yell at random people in french.
About five minutes later the teacher got up and took everyone's tests. She looked at the first one on the pile, which was completely correct aside from the fact that the days of the week were capitalized (Which is not correct in french) and she failed the whole class, then started to yell in french. By now I had no idea what was going on and started to have a full on panic attack. I was so scared. Then she looked at me and started to yell at me. I couldn't understand what she was saying as all I could think of was how scared I was, and cry. Then she dragged me out of the classroom and started to yell and scream at me, telling me that I was being disrespectful and that I hate all french people, the language, and culture in a hole, which is definitely not true.
Then she left me in the hallway. At this point, I was just a heap of tears. Luckily for me, the guidance counselor was walking by and saw me, and he took me to his office, hid me in there, told me that he was going to talk to the teacher, and then locked the door so that the teacher could not get at me. But five minutes later class ended and in stormed the teacher.
She yelled at me even more and then left. Not wanting to be late for class I left too and went to my next class which fortunately was the last class of the day.
I couldn't speak for the rest of the day after that, all I could think of was the thing that happened, and it was two days before I had the courage to go back to school. |
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