Alright, I've got one.
In sixth grade, I went to a private Christian school. Now, I'm not religious in any way, shape, or form, but I had some social anxiety problems that prevented me from going to 'regular' school. My parents signed me up for this school under the impression that I'd learn normal academics, math, english and so on. Throughout the year, I learned that that would never happen.
First, a run down of the school. It was small, with 36 students and 3 teachers. Kindergarten was taught by one teacher, 1st-4th grade were taught by another, and then 5-8th was taught by my teacher.
Yes... MY teacher was quite the *****. I called her the devil in my small circle of friends. It may sound strange for a Christian teacher to be the devil, but I assure you, she was.
The building had two parts: The school, and the church. The school half had three classrooms, and a 'play room'. The church half had the actual church, where the pastor would tell us Bible stories every wednesday, and it also had the pastor's office, and a broom closet (that was always locked). And then... There was the playground. This place was huge. It had a parking lot, a giant tree, two jungle gyms, a giant sand box, and about two acres of open field that we often caught garden snakes in.
Now on to the story. Before Christmas, we talked about God all the time, and I'd often wonder when we would use that math book I got at the beginning of the year.
After Christmas though, my teacher's mother passed away. She took it hard, and we excused her 'new' personality for the first few days. Who wouldn't be in a bad mood after watching their mother die?
But two months into it, we ALL started noticing strange things. We would have 4 hour recesses with no one watching us (Being the good older kids we were, my class watched over the little ones). Lunch would often be skipped, and we'd have to go up into the kitchen (that was upstairs) and cook food that was supposed to be used for the sunday church gatherings for all of us.We'd notice that all the teachers would be gone sometimes, for no reason at all.
And then, one day, my friend and I stumbled on my teacher in our classroom passed out at her desk. Upon further inspection, we found she was drunk. She awoke in a drunken rage, and we left immediately, instructing no one to go back in the classroom for the rest of the day.
Later on in the year, I was caught alone in my classroom during recess with my teacher. She knew I was never religious, and it must have angered her that day. She told me that I was going to hell for not being one of God's children, and blah blah blah. It angered me quite a bit. Even at the young age of 12, I knew I had a right to follow whatever religion I wanted.
So, being the immature kid I was, I banded a few of my friends together, and we made a promise to make the remainder of the year a bad one for her.
We'd do a lot of stuff. A lot of bad stuff. We would destroy the bathrooms, take some of her paperwork and throw it away, and even let animals we found in the fields into the classroom.
She confronted me once about it. I flat out lied to her and told her that I'd never do it, but she knew I did, but she never told anyone. Probably because she knew if she did, I had more dirt on her.
There was so much more that happened that year, but I feel I've already rambled on long enough.
I've never told anyone any of that. My parents knew that I never learned a whole lot that year, but I never told them why.
In sixth grade, I went to a private Christian school. Now, I'm not religious in any way, shape, or form, but I had some social anxiety problems that prevented me from going to 'regular' school. My parents signed me up for this school under the impression that I'd learn normal academics, math, english and so on. Throughout the year, I learned that that would never happen.
First, a run down of the school. It was small, with 36 students and 3 teachers. Kindergarten was taught by one teacher, 1st-4th grade were taught by another, and then 5-8th was taught by my teacher.
Yes... MY teacher was quite the *****. I called her the devil in my small circle of friends. It may sound strange for a Christian teacher to be the devil, but I assure you, she was.
The building had two parts: The school, and the church. The school half had three classrooms, and a 'play room'. The church half had the actual church, where the pastor would tell us Bible stories every wednesday, and it also had the pastor's office, and a broom closet (that was always locked). And then... There was the playground. This place was huge. It had a parking lot, a giant tree, two jungle gyms, a giant sand box, and about two acres of open field that we often caught garden snakes in.
Now on to the story. Before Christmas, we talked about God all the time, and I'd often wonder when we would use that math book I got at the beginning of the year.
After Christmas though, my teacher's mother passed away. She took it hard, and we excused her 'new' personality for the first few days. Who wouldn't be in a bad mood after watching their mother die?
But two months into it, we ALL started noticing strange things. We would have 4 hour recesses with no one watching us (Being the good older kids we were, my class watched over the little ones). Lunch would often be skipped, and we'd have to go up into the kitchen (that was upstairs) and cook food that was supposed to be used for the sunday church gatherings for all of us.We'd notice that all the teachers would be gone sometimes, for no reason at all.
And then, one day, my friend and I stumbled on my teacher in our classroom passed out at her desk. Upon further inspection, we found she was drunk. She awoke in a drunken rage, and we left immediately, instructing no one to go back in the classroom for the rest of the day.
Later on in the year, I was caught alone in my classroom during recess with my teacher. She knew I was never religious, and it must have angered her that day. She told me that I was going to hell for not being one of God's children, and blah blah blah. It angered me quite a bit. Even at the young age of 12, I knew I had a right to follow whatever religion I wanted.
So, being the immature kid I was, I banded a few of my friends together, and we made a promise to make the remainder of the year a bad one for her.
We'd do a lot of stuff. A lot of bad stuff. We would destroy the bathrooms, take some of her paperwork and throw it away, and even let animals we found in the fields into the classroom.
She confronted me once about it. I flat out lied to her and told her that I'd never do it, but she knew I did, but she never told anyone. Probably because she knew if she did, I had more dirt on her.
There was so much more that happened that year, but I feel I've already rambled on long enough.
I've never told anyone any of that. My parents knew that I never learned a whole lot that year, but I never told them why.
