A joke relating to the title: Someone once told me 'Sticks and Stones, may break my bones, but words will never hurt me'. So in response to that, I threw a dictionary at them.
When I was in primary school, I'd always loved going there, no matter what happened. Nothing, it felt like, could bring me down. Then, when I started my senior years in Grade 4, that all changed. I'd gone from loving school, to loathing it. See, I had this teacher, who, for the purpose of this post, shall be referred to as Mrs Evil, for reasons known to my immediate family, and soon to you as well. I had been alright when it came to math, doing all the tasks I needed to do to get by. But my teacher, Mrs Evil, had this quick math test, which, at a school I worked at earlier on in the year, was called Blitzmasters. If the math test I got given had a name like that, I would've continued to learn, and prosper in math. But, here's the thing; Mrs Evil called her quick math test the '10 Minute Torture Test'. That name is forever seared into my brain, because, and only because, of that one word; 'Torture'.
That one word prevented me from going past a grade 4 level understanding of Math. And because I had anxiety, that word caused me some major stress. And add that to my current...let's say...abilities...that meant Math would forever be my Kryptonite; my one weakness is numbers. My mum, when I told her about it after school, went to the principal of my school, and asked both Mrs Evil ahd her, to rename the test to something different. Well, that didn't work so good. "It's fine' they said, "There's no need to change the name of the test from '10 Minute Torture Test' to something different. You and your son are just overreacting". 2 words for you, pally; Bulls, Roar! Because of your incompetence, and Mrs Evil's sheer evilness, they refused to change the name, I still suck at Math. So, THANKS A LOT, YOU TWO. THAT REALLY F***ING HELPS TO GET ME FURTHER IN LIFE!
And this teacher, Mrs Evil, might I add, had it in for me for the whole duration of my time at primary school. Never wished me a happy birthday, when I had the day off, cause I was 'sick' (of her being my teacher), never once gave me a good comment, at least, not as far as I can remember, and for some reason, liked everyone else in the class (mostly the girls), except for me. I tried my hardest to be a good student. I tried everything I could think of to make her a little happy...the good kind, not the sadistic 'I like to make someone else's life miserable besides me' kind of happy. In the end, when I was going mad trying to please her, and do my work to my standard, I hatched a plan that would take 3 years to put into place. But, I could wait. And I did. The plan was simple; when I graduated from primary school, on my last day there, I would tell her what I really thought of her, and she wouldn't be able to do jack-diddly-squat, cause I wouldn't be a student there any more.
So I did. I completed my time at primary school, I walked into her classroom, and I told her how really felt. Now I know how adults feel when they let kids know what they did was wrong. It feels kinda bad doing it, but you feel better that you're trying to make them a better person in general. Well, in my case, I felt good that I was telling Mrs Evil how I felt about her; horrible. When I started telling Mrs Evil how I truly felt about her, she told me to get out. She was powerless to do anything about my rant, and she knew it. I told her I didn't like her, she was the worst teacher in the history of primary school, and I tried to make her happy. I bent over backwards, sideways, and so on, to please her, but to no such luck. I wish her all the best in trying to change her behaviour towards kids with my...abilities.
I know what I said was kind of harsh (by a kid's standard), but it had to be said, or high school would've been a nightmare for me. And when I walked out the gates of my Primary school, I felt much better, like a giant weight was lifted off of my shoulders. That chapter of my life is closed. I hope to never open it again, with the exception of right here, telling you what it was like for me.
Look, I'm sorry if I'm ranting about this, but I just had to tell someone. Someone other than my family. It's just been really hard for me to learn math, so I've had to get more help than the average person when it comes to Math. Just thought I'd say that. But enough about me? What's your weakness? Has anything that happened in your life resulted in a weakness like mine? Let me know in the comments below, or contact me to tell me about it.
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