#schoolproblems

[twocupscyanide]

The Classroom Paradox

When I’m teaching, I love the classroom. 

I love the attention and the validation that I get at the front of the room. I love making relationships with students, seeing them grow and know that I had a hand in their success. 

I love challenging, exploring, singing and dancing and discovering with students. I love story telling. I love laughing. I am so happy and fulfilled when I stand and the front of this room. 

But- 

Put me at the back of this very same room, crushed into a plastic chair and 

I hate the classroom. My soul dies. 

I hate sitting in silence, expected to absorb information with the attention and discipline of a ‘mature adult mind’. I hate that maturity is equated with stillness. I hate that ‘grown-up’ really just means ‘quiet’. 

I hate the shudder that rattles my mind as the movement inherent to my body is restricted to the insides of my bones. 

From this chair I want to rage and scream and rend the sky with passion and ideas. 

But I cannot. 

I must sit and absorb with all the vibrance and diligence of a sponge. 

When I teach, I mourn my lack of creativity. I pour all of my artistry into my work, my lessons, my plans, and I am left with only the drab phonetic remains of a picked-over lexicon. 

Where have my words gone? Where has my poetry gone? What happened to the ache in my hands for the art of creation? 

Fie! Fie! The muses are dead!

Thalia is slain! Erato has fallen! Calliope floats, belly up, in the fifty-gallon fish tank of existential inspiration. My art is exhausted. 

I am exhausted. 

But-

Crush me into this damn plastic chair at the back of this classroom- make me the learner, make me a sponge- and life rushes back to my mind with such force it leaves even Pallas Athene breathless. 

The sun rises on my muses and lo-- They are not dead! Merely asleep!

Fat bastards. 

My ass hits the cold, black plastic and Calliope rights herself. 

The creativity flares. 

The words return in an articulate torrent, jostling to be spilled onto paper as professors throw knowledge at the walls of my mind, hoping something sticks 

whilst I struggle to juggle note-taking and prose-making.

01/11/22

[lookasmallbean]

When a peer asks for help but you are also very confused:

[apolloamongothers]

This year is the first time I've ever been elected class representative. For the first time I have the chance that my voice is being heard. And I don't know if I'm going to be elected again next year so I want to use the voice I have while I have it to establish a GSA at my school.

I've never been really good at finding arguments. Could you all help me find good reasons I can tell my school why we need/should have a GSA?

[nonbinaryeye]

You know that amazing feeling when you are reading something for like third or forth time and you are still able to find there something new?

...

yeah, it kinda sucks when the thing you are reading are you papers for school and you have exam tomorrow

[7starstothenorth]

So my teacher embarrassed me so much during the online class. I am actually a bit unwell since like 2 days so maybe i was looking dull or something. So while teaching she gave an example and said if we measure 3 "thin girls" blah blah like(then she took my name along with two other girls!) blah blah then she actually said that I'm looking very weird today, dull sort of. When i didn't answer she continues to teach. After sometime she said after taking my name telling the whole class that I'd put my home address instead of email address while registering for something. I had alot of anxiety and when i told my parents about it they said i was becoming careless and irresponsible. 

I am in this space of hating myself, I am not well ,I am having pimples and dark circles plus saying that I look weird (the actual word was even worse) was not cool. Teachers don't understand the consequences which take place after they do whatever they want. I really admired this teacher because she was so frank and open and I don't know what to do now. My family won't care simply because mental health issues are irrelevant according to them. Moreover , they are busy with their own lives. As long as I am doing my homework attending the classes, they are good to me . At this point I actually think that family love is also fake." They're with you in the good and the bad times" NO . They are with me when I am happy. No one is with me when I'm actually tensed and anxious. In fact, no one is obliged to be there for me but then what's the point of you being my family or friend? I hunger ed for someone with whom I could have an actual conversation, i just simply want to talk to someone and tell then about my day. I'm even ready in fact more than happy to hear about somebody else's problem.

[slytherinpugsam53]

So heres the thing.........I get it.....the majority of people won’t understand the meaning of this crucial petition. But.....then again.....for some of you, ya know what I’m talking about! Please put these hastags at the bottom of your posts or repost this we need all the help we can get!

[winchesterhunter24601]

When you're kind enough to let someone borrow your notes and then they proceed to complain about your shorthand and the fact that they are written in cursive. 🙄🙄

[ballroomprincess]

hi guys 

i hate it when teachers cut students off mid-answers. like i get it, the extra info is probably unnecessary and you got the point you needed. but it’s rude. and it’s so sad to see the student get uncomfortable or unconfident because of when to stop.

encourage extra info!